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Jessie Pope - Silent Camp
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In heaven, a pale uncertain star, 
Through sullen vapour peeps, 
On earth, extended wide and far, 
In all the symmetry of war, 
A weary army sleeps. 

The heavy-hearted pall of night 
Obliterates the lines, 
Save where a dying camp-fire`s light 
Leaps up and flares, a moment bright, 
Then once again declines. 

Black, solemn peace is brooding low, 
Peace, still unbroken, when 
There comes a sound, an ebb and flow- 
The steady breathing, deep and slow, 
Of half-a-million men. 

The pregnant dawn is drawing nigh, 
The dawn of power or pain ; 
But now, beneath the mournful sky, 
In sleep`s maternal arms they lie 
Like children once again.
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