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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=412577" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In War</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fret the nonchalant noon<br>With your spleen<br>Or your gay brow,<br>For the motion of your spirit<br>Ever moves with these.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When day shall be too quiet,<br>Deaf to you<br>And your dumb smile,<br>Untuned air shall lap the stillness<br>In the old space for your voice-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The voice that once could mirror<br>Remote depths<br>Of moving being,<br>Stirred by responsive voices near,<br>Suddenly stilled for ever.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No ghost darkens the places<br>Dark to One ;<br>But my eyes dream,<br>And my heart is heavy to think <br>How it was heavy once.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the old days when death Stalked the world<br>For the flower of men,<br>And the rose of beauty faded<br>And pined in the great gloom,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One day we dug a grave :<br>We were vexed<br>With the sun's heat.<br>We scanned the hooded dead :<br>At noon we sat and talked.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How death had kissed their eyes<br>Three dread noons since,<br>How human art won<br>The dark soul to flicker<br>Till it was lost again :</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And we whom chance kept whole-<br>But haggard,<br>Spent-were charged<br>To make a place for them who knew<br>No pain in any place.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The good priest came to pray ;<br>Our ears half heard,<br>And half we thought<br>Of alien things, irrelevant ;<br>And the heat and thirst were great.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The good priest read : 'I heard .<br>Dimly my brain<br>Held words and lost. . . .<br>Sudden my blood ran cold. . . .<br>God ! God ! It could not be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He read my brother's name ; I sank-<br>I clutched the priest.<br>They did not tell me it was he<br>Was killed three days ago.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What are the great sceptred dooms<br>To us, caught<br>In the wild wave<br>We break ourselves on them,<br>My brother, our hearts and years.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>THE DEAD HEROES</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Flame out, you glorious skies,<br>Welcome our brave;<br>Kiss their exultant eyes ;<br>Give what they gave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Flash, mailed seraphim,<br>Your burning spears;<br>New days to outflame their dim<br>Heroic years.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thrills their baptismal tread<br>The bright proud air ;<br>The embattled plumes outspread<br>Burn upwards there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Flame out, flame out, 0 Song !<br>Star ring to star;<br>Strong as our hurt is strong<br>Our children are.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Their blood is England's heart ;<br>By their dead hands<br>It is their noble part<br>That England stands.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">England-Time gave them thee;<br>They gave back this<br>To win Eternity<br>And claim God's kiss.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Isaac+Rosenberg">Isaac Rosenberg</a><div class=q>
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With your spleen
Or your gay brow,
For the motion of your spirit
Ever moves with these.

When day shall be too quiet,
Deaf to you
And your dumb smile,
Untuned air shall lap the stillness
In the old space for your voice-

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