These hearts were woven of human joys and cares,
Washed with sorrow, swift to mirth.
The years had given them kindness.
Dawn was theirs
And the sunset
And the colours of the earth
They had seen movement, heard music
Till Honour lost its' worth
Known slumber and waking: loved;
Had gone proudly friended;
Touched flowers, touched furs, touched cheeks; sat alone;
All this is ended.
'I went to a preview of the Russian film in Aushwitz Concentration Camp. When one sees children of Mo's age and younger in this horrible place and the clothes of infants that were killed, it is worth a year of our lives to register for ever and with practical result the reasoned horror of humanity.'
David Maxwell Fyfe, letter to his wife Sylvia
Recorded by David Chilton at Essential Studios September 2014
Narration Robert Blackmore
Voices Lily Blackmore
Piano Sue Casson
From Rupert Brooke's War Sonnets
Set to music by Sue Casson