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Robert Laurence Binyon - At Rheims 23
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Within, the pillars soar to gloom 

Lit by the glimmering Rose ; 
Spirits of beauty shrined in stone 

Afar from mortal woes, 

Hearing not, though their haunted shade 

Is stricken, and all around 
With splintering flash and brutal crash 

The ghostly aisles resound. 

And there, upon the pavement stretched, 

The German wounded groan 
To see the dropping flames of death 

And feel the shells their own. 

Too fierce the fire ! Helped by their foes 

They stagger out to air. 
The green-gray coats are seen, are known 

Through all the crowded square. 


Ah, now for vengeance ! Deep the groan : 

A death-knell ! Quietly 
Soldiers unsling their rifles, lift 

And aim with steady eye.
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