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Noon	B
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It is midday the deep trench glares	C
A buzz and blaze of flies	D
The hot wind puffs the giddy airs	C
The great sun rakes the skies	D
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No sound in all the stagnant trench	E
Where forty standing men	F
Endure the sweat and grit and stench	E
Like cattle in a pen	F
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Sometimes a sniper's bullet whirs	D
Or twangs the whining wire	G
Sometimes a soldier sighs and stirs	D
As in hell's frying fire	G
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From out a high cool cloud descends	D
An aeroplane's far moan	H
The sun strikes down the thin cloud rends	D
The black speck travels on	I
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And sweating dazed isolate	J
In the hot trench beneath	K
We bide the next shrewd move of fate	J
Be it of life or death	L
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Night Bombardment	M
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Softly in the silence the evening rain descends	D
The soft wind lifts the rain mist flurries it and spends	D
Itself in mournful sighs drifting from field to field	N
Soaking the draggled sprays which the low hedges wield	N
As they labour in the wet and the load of the wind	O
The last light is dimming Night comes on behind	O
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I hear no sound but the wind and the rain	P
And trample of horses loud and lost again	F
Where the wagons in the mist rumble dimly on	I
Bringing more shell	Q
The last gleam is gone	R
It is not day or night only the mists unroll	Q
And blind with their sorrow the sight of my soul	Q
I hear the wind weeping in the hollow overhead	S
She goes searching for the forgotten dead	S
Hidden in the hedges or trodden into muck	T
Under the trenches or maybe limply stuck	T
Somewhere in the branches of a high lonely tree	U
He was a sniper once They never found his body	U
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I see the mist drifting I hear the wind the rain	P
And on my clammy face the oozed breath of the slain	P
Seems to be blowing Almost I have heard	V
In the shuddering drift the lost dead's last word	V
Go home go home go to my house	D
Knock at the door knock hard arouse	D
My wife and the children that you must do	W
What d' you say Tell the children too	W
Knock at the door knock hard and arouse	D
The living Say the dead won't come back to this house	D
Oh but it's cold I soak in the rain	P
Shrapnel found me I shan't go home again	F
No not home again The mourning voices trail	Q
Away into rain into darkness the pale	Q
Soughing of the night drifts on in between	X
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The Voices were as if the dead had never been	Y
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O melancholy heavens O melancholy fields	D
The glad full darkness grows complete and shields	D
Me from your appeal	Q
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With a terrible delight	Z
I hear far guns low like oxen at the night	Z
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Flames disrupt the sky The work is begun	A2
'Action ' My guns crash flame rock and stun	A2
Again and again Soon the soughing night	Z
Is loud with their clamour and leaps with their light	Z
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The imperative chorus rises sonorous and fell	Q
My heart glows lighted as by fires of hell	Q
Sharply I pass the terse orders down	B2
The guns stun and rock The hissing rain is blown	H
Athwart the hurtling shell that shrilling shrilling goes	D
Away into the dark to burst a cloud of rose	D
Over their trenches	D
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A pause I stand and see	U
Lifting into the night like founts incessantly	U
The pistol lights' pale spores upon the glimmering air	C2
Under them furrowed trenches empty pallid bare	C2
And rain snowing trenchward ghostly and white	Z
O dead in the hedges sleep ye well to night	Z

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