I Stood With The Dead

by

Siegfried Sassoon


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!"



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