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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=340456" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Aisne</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We first saw fire on the tragic slopes <br>Where the flood-tide of France's early gain, <br>Big with wrecked promise and abandoned hopes, <br>Broke in a surf of blood along the Aisne. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The charge her heroes left us, we assumed, <br>What, dying, they reconquered, we preserved, <br>In the chill trenches, harried, shelled, entombed, <br>Winter came down on us, but no man swerved. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Winter came down on us. The low clouds, torn <br>In the stark branches of the riven pines, <br>Blurred the white rockets that from dusk till morn <br>Traced the wide curve of the close-grappling lines. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>In rain, and fog that on the withered hill <br>Froze before dawn, the lurking foe drew down; <br>Or light snows fell that made forlorner still <br>The ravaged country and the ruined town; </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Or the long clouds would end. Intensely fair, <br>The winter constellations blazing forth -- <br>Perseus, the Twins, Orion, the Great Bear -- <br>Gleamed on our bayonets pointing to the north. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And the lone sentinel would start and soar <br>On wings of strong emotion as he knew <br>That kinship with the stars that only War <br>Is great enough to lift man's spirit to. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And ever down the curving front, aglow <br>With the pale rockets' intermittent light, <br>He heard, like distant thunder, growl and grow <br>The rumble of far battles in the night, -- </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Rumors, reverberant, indistinct, remote, <br>Borne from red fields whose martial names have won <br>The power to thrill like a far trumpet-note, -- <br>Vic, Vailly, Soupir, Hurtelise, Craonne . . . </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Craonne, before thy cannon-swept plateau, <br>Where like sere leaves lay strewn September's dead, <br>I found for all dear things I forfeited <br>A recompense I would not now forego. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>For that high fellowship was ours then <br>With those who, championing another's good, <br>More than dull Peace or its poor votaries could, <br>Taught us the dignity of being men. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>There we drained deeper the deep cup of life, <br>And on sublimer summits came to learn, <br>After soft things, the terrible and stern, <br>After sweet Love, the majesty of Strife; </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>There where we faced under those frowning heights <br>The blast that maims, the hurricane that kills; <br>There where the watchlights on the winter hills <br>Flickered like balefire through inclement nights; </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>There where, firm links in the unyielding chain, <br>Where fell the long-planned blow and fell in vain -- <br>Hearts worthy of the honor and the trial, <br>We helped to hold the lines along the Aisne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alan+Seeger">Alan Seeger</a><div class=q>
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Where the flood-tide of France's early gain, 
Big with wrecked promise and abandoned hopes, 
Broke in a surf of blood along the Aisne. 


The charge her heroes left us, we assumed, 
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