will be obvious enough. This I cannot help, but the sense of disconnection,
particularly in respect of those lyrics penned in the first person, will be
immaterial when it is borne in mind that they are to be regarded, in the
main, as dramatic monologues by different characters.
As a whole they will, I hope, take the reader forward, even if not far,
rather than backward. I should add that some lines in the early-dated poems
have been rewritten, though they have been left substantially unchanged.
As I lay awake at night-time
In an ancient country barrack known to ancient cannoneers,
And recalled the hopes that heralded each seeming brave and bright time
Of my primal purple years,
Much it haunted me that, nigh there,