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Robert Laurence Binyon - The Arras Road
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 The early night falls on the plain
 In cloud and desolating rain.
 I see no more, but feel around
 The ruined earth, the wounded ground.

 There in the dark, on either side
 The road, are all the brave who died.
 I think not on the battles won;
 I think on those whose day is done.

 Heaped mud, blear pools, old rusted wire,
 Cover their youth and young desire.
 Near me they sleep, and they to me
 Are dearer than their victory.


II
 Where now are they who once had peace
 Here, and the fruitful tilth`s increase?
 Shattered is all their hands had made,
 And the orchards where their children played.

 But night, that brings the darkness, brings
 The heart back to its dearest things.
 I feel old footsteps plodding slow
 On ways that they were used to know.

 And from my own land, past the strait,
 From homes that no more news await,
 Absenting thoughts come hither flying
 To the unknown earth where Love is lying.

 There are no stars to--night, but who
 Knows what far eyes of lovers true
 In star--like vigil, each alone
 Are watching now above their own?


III
 England and France unconscious tryst
 Keep in this void of shadowy mist
 By phantom Vimy, and mounds that tell
 Of ghostliness that was Gavrelle.

 The rain comes wildly down to drench
 Disfeatured ridge, deserted trench.
 Guns in the night, far, far away
 Thud on the front beyond Cambrai.

 But here the night is holy, and here
 I will remember, and draw near,
 And for a space, till night be sped,
 Be with the beauty of the dead.
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