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I'm leaning where you loved to lean in eventides of old	A
The sun has sunk an hour ago behind the treeless wold	A
In this old oriel that we loved how oft I sit forlorn	B
Gazing gazing up the vale of green and waving corn	B
The summer corn is in the ear thou knowest what I see	C
Up the long wide valley and from seldom tree to tree	C
The serried corn the serried corn the green and serried corn	B
From the golden morn till night from the moony night till morn	B
I love it morning noon and night in sunshine and in rain	D
For being here it seems to say 'The lost come back again '	E
And being here as green and fair as those old fields we knew	F
It says 'The lost when they come back come back unchanged and true '	E
But more than at the shout of morn or in the sleep of noon	G
Smiling with a smiling star or wan beneath a wasted moon	G
I love it soldier brother at this weird dim hour for then	H
The serried ears are swords and spears and the fields are fields of men	H
Rank on rank in faultless phalanx stern and still I can discern	I
Phalanx after faultless phalanx in dumb armies still and stern	I
Army on army host on host till the bannered nations stand	J
As the dead may stand for judgment silent on the o'erpeopled land	J
Not a bayonet stirs down sinks the awful twilight dern and dun	K
On an age that waits its leader on a world that waits the sun	K
Then your dog I know his voice cries from out the courtyard nigh	L
And my love too well interprets all that long and mournful cry	L
In my passion that thou art not lo I see thee as thou art	M
And the pitying fancy brings thee to assuage the anguished heart	M
'Oh my brother ' and my bosom's throb of welcome at the word	N
Claps a hundred thousand hands and all my legions hail thee lord	O
And the vast unmotioned myriads front to front as at a breath	P
Live and move to martial music down the devious dance of death	P
Ah thou smilest scornful brother at a maiden's dream of war	Q
And thou shakest back thy locks as if a glow worm for thy star	R
I dubbed thee with a blade of grass by earthlight in a fairy ring	S
Knight o' the garter o' Queen Mab or lord in waiting to her king	S
Brother in thy plum d pride of tented field and turretted tower	T
Smiling brother scornful brother darest thou watch with me one hour	T
Even now some fate is near for I shake and know not why	L
And a wider sight is orbing orbing on my moistened eye	L
And I feel a thousand flutterings round my soul's still vacant field	U
Like the ravens and the vultures o'er a carnage yet unkilled	U
Hist I see the stir of glamour far upon the twilight wold	U
Hist I see the vision rising List and as I speak behold	U
These dull mists are mists of morning and behind yon eastern hill	V
The hot sun abides my bidding he shall melt them when I will	V
All the night that now is past the foe hath laboured for the day	U
Creeping thro' the stealthy dark like a tiger to his prey	U
Throw this window wider Strain thine eyes along the dusky vale	W
Art thou cold with horror Has thy bearded cheek grown pale	W
'Tis the total Russian host flooding up the solemn plain	D
Secret as a silent sea mighty as a moving main	D
Oh my country is there none to rouse thee to the rolling sight	U
Oh thou gallant sentinel who has watched so oft so well must thou sleep this only night	U
So hath the shepherd lain on a rock above a plain	D
Nor beheld the flood that swelled from some embowelled mount of woe	X
Waveless foamless sure and slow	X
Silent o'er the vale below	X
Till nigher still and nigher comes the seeth of fields on fire	T
And the thrash of falling trees and the steam of rivers dry	L
And before the burning flood the wild things of the wood	U
Skulk and scream and fight and fall and flee and fly	L
A gun and then a gun I' the far and early sun	K
Dost thou see by yonder tree a fleeting redness rise	Y
As if one after one ten poppies red had blown	Z
And shed in a blinking of the eyes	Y
They have started from their rest with a bayonet at each breast	U
Those watchers of the west who shall never watch again	H
'Tis nought to die but oh God's pity on the woe	X
Of dying hearts that know they die in vain	D
Beyond yon backward height that meets their dying sight	U
A thousand tents are white and a slumbering army lies	Y
'Brown Bess ' the sergeant cries as he loads her while he dies	Y
'Let this devil's deluge reach them and the good old cause is lost '	E
He dies upon the word but his signal gun is heard	U
Yon ambush green is stirred yon labouring leaves are tost	U
And a sudden sabre waves and like dead from opened graves	A2
A hundred men stand up to meet a host	U
Dumb as death with bated breath	P
Calm upstand that fearless band	U
And the dear old native land like a dream of sudden sleep	B2
Passes by each manly eye that is fixed so stern and dry	L
On the tide of battle rolling up the steep	B2
They hold their silent ground I can hear each fatal sound	U
Upon that summer mound which the morning sunshine warms	C2
The word so brief and shrill that rules them like a will	V
The sough of moving limbs and the clank and ring of arms	D2
'Fire ' and round that green knoll the sudden warclouds roll	E2
And from the tyrant's ranks so fierce an answ'ring blast	U
Of whirling death came back that the green trees turned to black	F2
And dropped their leaves in winter as it passed	U
A moment on each side the surging smoke is wide	U
Between the fields are green and around the hills are loud	U
But a shout breaks out and lo they have rushed upon the foe	X
As the living lightning leaps from cloud to cloud	U
Fire and flash smoke and crash	G2
The fogs of battle close o'er friends and foes and they are gone	H2
Alas thou bright eyed boy alas thou mother's joy	I2
With thy long hair so fair thou didst so bravely lead them on	J2
I faint with pain and fear Ah heaven what do I hear	K2
A trumpet note so near	L2
What are these that race like hunters at a chase	M2
Who are these that run a thousand men as one	K
What are these that crash the trees far in the waving rear	L2
Fight on thou young hero there's help upon the way	U
The light horse are coming the great guns are coming	S
The Highlanders are coming good God give us the day	U
Hurrah for the brave and the leal Hurrah for the strong and the true	F
Hurrah for the helmets of steel Hurrah for the bonnets o' blue	F
A run and a cheer the Highlanders are here a gallop and a cheer the light horse are here	K2
A rattle and a cheer the great guns are here	K2
With a cheer they wheel round and face the foe	X
As the troopers wheel about their long swords are out	U
With a trumpet and a shout in they go	X
Like a yawning ocean green the huge host gulphs them in	N2
But high o'er the rolling of the flood	U
Their sabres you may see like lights upon the sea	C
When the red sun is going down in blood	U
Again again again And the lights are on the wane	D
Ah Christ I see them sink light by light	U
As the gleams go one by one when the great sun is down	O2
And the sea rocks in foam beneath the night	U
Aye the great sun is low and the waves of battle flow	X
O'er his honoured head but oh we mourn not he is down	O2
For to morrow he shall rise to fill his country's eyes	Y
As he sails up the skies of renown	O2
Ye may yell but ye shall groan	Z
Ye shall buy them bone for bone	Z
Now tyrant hold thine own blare the trumpet peal the drum	P2
From yonder hill side dark the storm is on you Hark	Q2
Swift as lightning loud as thunder down they come	P2
As on some Scottish shore with mountains frowning o'er	T
The sudden tempests roar from the glen	H
And roll the tumbling sea in billows to the lee	C
Came the charge of the gallant Highlandmen	H
And as one beholds the sea tho' the wind he cannot see	C
But by the waves that flee knows its might	U
So I tracked the Highland blast by the sudden tide that past	U
O'er the wild and rolling vast of the fight	U
Yes glory be to God they have stemmed the foremost flood	U
I lay me on the sod and breathe again	H
In th	R2

Sydney Thompson Dobell

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