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At the road's end glimmer the station lights	A
How small beneath the immense hollow of Night's	A
Lonely and living silence Air that raced	B
And tingled on the eyelids as we faced	B
The long road stretched between the poplars flying	C
To the dark behind us shuddering and sighing	C
With phantom foliage lapses into hush	D
Magical supersession The loud rush	D
Swims into quiet midnight reassumes	A
Its solitude there's nothing but great glooms	A
Blurred stars whispering gusts the hum of wires	A
And swerving leftwards upon noiseless tires	A
We glide over the grass that smells of dew	E
A wave of wonder bathes my body through	E
For there in the headlamps' gloom surrounded beam	F
Tall flowers spring before us like a dream	F
Each luminous little green leaf intimate	G
And motionless distinct and delicate	G
With powdery white bloom fresh upon the stem	H
As if that clear beam had created them	H
Out of the darkness Never so intense	A
I felt the pang of beauty's innocence	A
Earthly and yet unearthly A sudden call	I
We leap to ground and I forget it all	I
Each hurries on his errand lanterns swing	C
Dark shapes cross and re cross the rails we bring	C
Stretchers and pile and number them and heap	J
The blankets ready Then we wait and keep	J
A listening ear Nothing comes yet all's still	K
Only soft gusts upon the wires blow shrill	K
Fitfully with a gentle spot of rain	L
Then ere one knows it the long gradual train	L
Creeps quietly in and slowly stops No sound	M
But a few voices' interchange Around	M
Is the immense night stillness the expanse	A
Of faint stars over all the wounds of France	A
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Now stale odour of blood mingles with keen	N
Pure smell of grass and dew Now lantern sheen	N
Falls on brown faces opening patient eyes	A
And lips of gentle answers where each lies	A
Supine upon his stretcher black of beard	O
Or with young cheeks on caps and tunics smeared	O
And stained white bandages round foot or head	P
Or arm discoloured here and there with red	P
Sons of all corners of wide France from Lille	K
Douay the land beneath the invader's heel	Q
Champagne Touraine the fisher villages	A
Of Brittany the valleyed Pyrenees	A
Blue coasts of the South old Paris streets Argonne	R
Of ever smouldering battle that anon	R
Leaps furious brothered them in arms They fell	S
In the trenched forest scarred with reeking shell	S
Now strange the sound comes round them in the night	T
Of English voices By the wavering light	T
Quickly we have borne them one by one to the air	U
And sweating in the dark lift up with care	U
Tense sinewed each to his place The cars at last	V
Complete their burden slowly and then fast	V
We glide away And the dim round of sky	W
Infinite and silent broods unseeingly	S
Over the shadowy uplands rolling black	X
Into far woods and the long road we track	X
Bordered with apparitions as we pass	A
Of trembling poplars and lamp whitened grass	A
A brief procession flitting like a thought	Y
Through a brain drowsing into slumber nought	Y
But we awake in the solitude immense	A
But hurting the vague dumbness of my sense	A
Are fancies wandering the night there steals	A
Into my heart like something that one feels	A
In darkness the still presence of far homes	A
Lost in deep country and in little rooms	A
The vacant bed I touch the world of pain	R
That is so silent Then I see again	R
Only those infinitely patient faces	A
In the lantern beam beneath the night's vast spaces	A
Amid the shadows and the scented dew	Y
And those illumined flowers springing anew	Y
In freshness like a smile of secrecy	A
From the gloom buried earth return to me	A
The village sleeps blank walls and windows barred	Y
But lights are moving in the hushed courtyard	Y
As we glide up to the open door The Chief	Z
Gives every man his order prompt and brief	Z
We carry up our wounded one by one	R
The first cock crows the morrow is begun	R

Robert Laurence Binyon

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