<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=447507" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Rainbow</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Watch the white dawn gleam,<br>To the thunder of hidden guns.<br>I hear the hot shells scream<br>Through skies as sweet as a dream<br>Where the silver dawn-break runs.<br>And stabbing of light<br>Scorches the virginal white.<br>But I feel in my being the old, high, sanctified thrill,<br>And I thank the gods that the dawn is beautiful still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From death that hurtles by<br>I crouch in the trench day-long,<br>But up to a cloudless sky<br>From the ground where our dead men lie<br>A brown lark soars in song.<br>Through the tortured air,<br>Rent by the shrapnel's flare,<br>Over the troubleless dead he carols his fill,<br>And I thank the gods that the birds are beautiful still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where the parapet is low<br>And level with the eye<br>Poppies and cornflowers glow<br>And the corn sways to and fro<br>In a pattern against the sky.<br>The gold stalks hide<br>Bodies of men who died<br>Charging at dawn through the dew to be killed or to kill.<br>I thank the gods that the flowers are beautiful still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When night falls dark we creep<br>In silence to our dead.<br>We dig a few feet deep<br>And leave them there to sleep -<br>But blood at night is red,<br>Yea, even at night,<br>And a dead man's face is white.<br>And I dry my hands, that are also trained to kill,<br>And I look at the stars - for the stars are beautiful still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Leslie+Coulson">Leslie Coulson</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=447507" data-title="The Rainbow de Leslie Coulson" data-description="Watch the white dawn gleam, To the thunder of hidden guns. I hear the hot shells scream Through skies as sweet as a dream Where the silver dawn-break runs. And stabbing of light Scorches the virginal white. But I feel in my being the old, high, sa..."></div> </div> </div>

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