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This to my elder brothers schoolboys gay	A
Was told by Uncle Louis on a day	A
He bid me play with tender voice and bland	B
Thinking me still too young to understand	B
Howe'er I listened and his tale was this	C
'A battle Bah and know you what it is	D
A deal of smoke You rise at dawn and late	E
You go to bed Here's one that I'll relate	E
The battle is called Eylau As I wot	E
I then was captain and the Cross had got	E
Yes I was captain after all in war	F
Man but a shadow is and does not score	F
But ne'er mind me Eylau you understand	E
Is part of Prussia water wood and land	E
Ice winter everywhere and rain and snow	G
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'Well we were camped a ruined wall below	G
And round the ancient belfry tombs appear	H
B nigssens' tactics were first to come near	H
Then fly The Emperor such arts disdains	I
And the snow whitened over all the plains	I
Spy glass in hand Napoleon passed our way	A
The guard declared 'To morrow is the day '	-
Old men and women fled in troops confused	E
With children I looked on the graves and mused	E
The night fires lit and colonel bending o'er	J
Cried 'Hugo ' Here ' 'How many men ' 'Six score '	-
'Well your entire company take round	E
And there get killed ' 'Where ' 'In the burial ground '	-
I answered 'Apter place you could not find '	-
I had my flask we drank an icy wind	E
Blew He said 'Captain death is close at hand	E
Life's pleasant 'tis a thing you understand	E
But none dies better than your jolly blade	E
I give my heart but sell my skin ' he said	E
'Let's woman toast your post's the worst of all '	-
Our colonel oft a merry jest let fall	K
He adds 'The foe from ditch and wall keep back	L
Stay there 'tis rather open to attack	L
This graveyard of the battle is the key	M
Keep it ' 'We will ' 'Some straw will handy be '	-
'We've none ' 'Sleep on the ground Now tell me this	C
Your drummer is he brave ' 'As Barra is '	-
'Good Let him blindly madly sound the charge	N
Noise must be great when numbers are not large	N
D'ye hear you little scamp what you are bid '	-
'Yes Captain ' said the grinning child half hid	E
In snow and rime The colonel then went on	O
'The battle will be fought with guns alone	P
I myself like cold steel and hate the way	A
In which the dastard shells are made to slay	A
Valiant the sword the shell's a traitor Well	Q
The emperor sees to that Naught more to tell	Q
And so good bye The post you will not leave	R
Nor budge a foot till six to morrow eve '	-
The colonel left I cried 'Right turn ' and thence	S
We soon all entered in that narrow fence	S
Grass walled around a church amid the sod	E
In gloom and o'er the graves the Blessed God	E
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'A sombre yard with many a snowy plate	E
Looked somewhat like the sea We crenolate	E
The wall I order all things and decide	E
The ambulance shall 'neath the cross abide	E
'We'll sup then rest ' I said Snow lay about	E
Our clothes mere rags 'Tis very fine no doubt	E
But still unpleasant when the weather's bad	E
I made my pillow of a grave and had	E
My feet benumbed my boots had lost their sole	T
And captain soon and soldier cheek by jowl	U
No longer stirred each sleeping o'er a corse	V
So soldiers sleep they neither know remorse	V
Pity nor fear not being in command	E
And frozen by the snow or burnt by sand	E
They sleep Besides fighting keen joy supplies	W
I said 'Good night ' and then I shut my eyes	W
War has no time for pantomimes inept	E
It snowed the sky was sullen and we slept	E
Some tools we found and made a mighty flame	X
My drummer poked it up and to me came	X
To cast the reckoning as best he can	Y
Sons a great soldier was the little man	Y
The crucifix looked like a gibbet vast	E
The snow still fell the fire died out at last	E
For how long time it was we slumbered so	G
I say the devil take me if I know	G
Soundly we slept In sleep is death rehears'd	E
'Tis good in war I was right cold at first	E
Then dreamt and fancied many a skeleton	Z
And spectre that great epaulets had on	O
Slowly though I upon my pillow lay	A
I had a feeling as of coming day	A
My lids though closed a sense of radiance found	E
Sudden through sleep a deep and sullen sound	E
Roused me 'twas like a cannon's distant roar	F
I woke and something white was gathered o'er	J
My eyes The snow with soft and gentle fall	K
During the silent night had wrapped us all	K
In shrouds I start and shake the snow away	A
A bullet coming whence I cannot say	A
Awoke me quite I bid it pass at large	N
And cried 'Drummer get up and sound the charge '	-
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'Then six score heads as isles from ocean all	K
Rose from the snow the sergeant sounds the call	K
The dawn then rose red and with joyance glad	E
As 'twere a bloody mouth with smiling clad	E
My thoughts ran to my mother and the wind	E
Seemed whispering to me 'Oft in war we find	E
That with the rise of day death too doth rise '	-
I mused at first around all quiet lies	W
Those cannon shots only as signals were	J
Before the ball at times some bars we hear	A2
Some prelude dancing with unmeaning strains	I
The night had clogged the blood within our veins	I
But coming battle made it hotly course	V
The army 'gainst us came in all its force	V
We held the key A handful were my men	B2
On whom the shells like woodman's axe were then	B2
About to rage I wished myself elsewhere	C2
My men to skirmish by the wall with care	C2
I placed who confidence and solace found	E
In hoped promotion bought by grievous wound	E
In war you confront death to clutch at fame	X
My young lieutenant from St Cyr who came	X
Said to me 'Morn how sweet a thing I think	D2
How charming the sun's rays The snow is pink	D2
Captain all laughs and shines How fresh the air	C2
How white the fields how peaceful pure and fair '	-
I answered 'Soon 'twill all to horror change '	-
My thought were of the Rhine the Alpine range	E2
The Adige and our dreadful wars of yore	F
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'The battle burst six hundred throats and more	F
Enormous belching forth the fire that fills	F2
Their mouths together clamoured from the hills	F2
All the whole plain one smoking gulf was seen	G2
My drummer beat the charge with fury keen	G2
With cannons mixed the trumpets proudly sound	E
And the shells rained upon our burial ground	E
As if they wished to kill the very grave	H2
The rooks desert the tower theirs lives to save	H2
I recollect a shell burst in the earth	I2
And the corpse started rose form out his berth	I2
As if man's racket woke him in the tomb	J2
Then the fog hid the sunshine Ball and bomb	K2
Produced a noise dread inconceivable	L2
Berthier Prince of the Empire Vice Constable	L2
Charged on our right a Hanoverian corps	F
With thirty squadrons These you saw no more	F
Save the thickest darkest mist starred o'er by shell	Q
So wholly had the strife and battle fell	Q
Within that tragic mist been lost to view	M2
A cloud fallen on the earth spread round and grew	M2
From smoke which myriad cannons vomited	E
Children 'twas under this the armies bled	E
Soft as the down floated the snow that night	E
Good faith we killed each other as we might	E
We did our best The dark and ruins through	M2
I saw my men like shadows come and go	G
Ghosts like espaliers which on walls you range	E2
The field brought to me musings deep and strange	E2
Phantoms above and the still dead below	G
Some blazing cottages at distance glow	G
The fog through which was heard the mountain horn	N2
E'en thicker than before was towards us borne	N2
We now saw nothing but our burial ground	E
We had the wall at mid day for our bound	E
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As by a great black hand so by the night	E
We were enclosed and all things fade from sight	E
Our church some seagirt rock appeared to be	M
The bullets through the fog too closely see	M
They keep us company crushed the church roof	O2
And shattered the stone cross and gave us proof	O2
That we were not alone on that dread plain	P2
We hungered but no soup at hand 'tis vain	P2
To look for food in such a place And worse	Q2
The hail of balls fell with redoubled force	V
Bullets are a	R2

Victor Marie Hugo

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