This was a poem written about the non-combatants of the First World War. For some reason, it struck me as being very “Helena”.
Non-combatants by Evelyn Underhill
Never of us be said
We had no war to wage,
Because our womanhood
Because the weight of age,
Held us in servitude.
None sees us fight,
Yet we in the long night
Battle to give release
To all whom we must send to seek and die for peace.
When they have gone, we in a twilit place
Meet Terror face to face,
With him, that we may save our fortitude alive.
Theirs be the hard, but ours the lonely bed.
Nought were we spared – of us, this word shall not be said.