I Stood with the Dead, so forsaken and still: When dawn was grey I stood with the Dead. And my slow heart said, `You must kill, you must kill: `Soldier, soldier, morning is red`. On the shapes of the slain in their crumpled disgrace I stared for a while through the thin cold rain… `O lad that I loved, there is rain on your face, `And your eyes are blurred and sick like the plain.` I stood with the Dead… They were dead; they were dead; My heart and my head beat a march of dismay: And gusts of the wind came dulled by the guns. `Fall in!` I shouted; `Fall in for your pay!`SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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