To Any Dead Officer Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD EFEFGHGH IJIKLMLM NONOPQPQ RSRSTUSP| Well how are things in Heaven I wish you'd say | A |
| Because I'd like to know that you're all right | B |
| Tell me have you found everlasting day | A |
| Or been sucked in by everlasting night | B |
| For when I shut my eyes your face shows pain | C |
| I hear you make some cheery old remark | D |
| I can rebuild you in my brain | C |
| Though you've gone out patrolling in the dark | D |
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| You hated tours of trenches you were proud | E |
| Of nothing more than having good years to spend | F |
| Longed to get home and join the careless crowd | E |
| Of chaps who work in peace with Time for friend | F |
| That's all washed out now You're beyond the wire | G |
| No earthly chance can send you crawling back | H |
| You've finished with machine gun fire | G |
| Knocked over in a hopeless dud attack | H |
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| Somehow I always thought you'd get done in | I |
| Because you were so desperate keen to live | J |
| You were all out to try and save your skin | I |
| Well knowing how much the world had got to give | K |
| You joked at shells and talked the usual shop | L |
| Stuck to your dirty job and did it fine | M |
| With Jesus Christ when will it stop | L |
| Three years It's hell unless we break their line | M |
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| So when they told me you'd been left for dead | N |
| I wouldn't believe them feeling it must be true | O |
| Next week the bloody Roll of Honour said | N |
| Wounded and missing That's the thing to do | O |
| When lads are left in shell holes dying slow | P |
| With nothing but blank sky and wounds that ache | Q |
| Moaning for water till they know | P |
| It's night and then it's not worth while to wake | Q |
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| Good bye old lad Remember me to God | R |
| And tell Him that our Politicians swear | S |
| They won't give in till Prussian Rule's been trod | R |
| Under the Heel of England Are you there | S |
| Yes and the War won't end for at least two years | T |
| But we've got stacks of men I'm blind with tears | U |
| Staring into the dark Cheero | S |
| I wish they'd killed you in a decent show | P |
Siegfried Sassoon
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