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I Stood With The Dead
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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!”