Nothing Is Changed

NOTHING is changed; the war is on again
They fought at Troy, the Saracen, the Dane,
Cromwell and Wellington, the war to end wars.
After each interval they fight and die:
Others take arms, more prayers for victory
Come for five minutes to eternal Mars.
Nothing is new except the mode of death;
And when new men and women come beneath
The ancient battle, that for them is new.
But their fear strange and sudden, waste of love,
The cold killed heart, these are old things that move
In the long war of Troy and me and you.