ABERDEEN-BORN Charles Hamilton Sorley was killed when barely 20 at the battle of Loos in 1915, leaving a grieving family and such unfulfilled potential.

His best known poem, the sonnet "When you see millions of the mouthless dead," rivals in bleak power anything written by his southern contemporaries, but here is part of another of his best-known poems, revealing his fatalism.

from ALL THE HILLS AND VALES ALONG

All the hills and vales along

Earth is bursting into song,

And the singers are the chaps

Who are going to die perhaps.

O sing, marching men,

Till the valleys ring again.

Give your gladness to earth's keeping,

So be glad, when you are sleeping.

Cast away regret and rue,

Think what you are marching to.

Little live, great pass.

Jesus Christ and Barabbas

Were found the same day.

This died, that went his way.

So sing with joyful breath,

For why, you are going to death.

Teeming earth will surely store

All the gladness that you pour.

Earth that never doubts nor fears,

Earth that knows of death, not tears,

Earth that bore with joyful ease

Hemlock for Socrates,

Earth that blossomed and was glad

'Neath the cross that Christ had,

Shall rejoice and blossom too

When the bullet reaches you.

Wherefore, men marching

On the road to death, sing!

Pour your gladness on earth's head,

So be merry, so be dead.