Robert W. Service,
Rhymes of a Red-Cross Man — Cocotte
(1916)
“ As a lamb night-strayed where the wild wolves roam; And that was I; oh, it's seven years now (Some water's run down the Seine since then) , And I've almost forgotten the pangs and the tears now, And I've almost taken the measure of men.Oh, I found me a lover who loved me only, Artist and poet, and almost a boy. ”
