<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507821" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Battery Moving Up to a New Position from Rest Camp:Dawn</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not a sign of life we rouse<br>In any square close-shuttered house<br>That flanks the road we amble down<br>Toward far trenches through the town.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The dark, snow-slushy, empty street....<br>Tingle of frost in brow and feet....<br>Horse-breath goes dimly up like smoke.<br>No sound but the smacking stroke</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As a sergeant flings each arm<br>Out and across to keep him warm,<br>And the sudden splashing crack<br>Of ice-pools broken by our track.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">More dark houses, yet no sign<br>Of life....And axle's creak and whine....<br>The splash of hooves, the strain of trace....<br>Clatter: we cross the market place.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Deep quiet again, and on we lurch<br>Under the shadow of a church:<br>Its tower ascends, fog-wreathed and grim;<br>Within its aisles a light burns dim....</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When, marvellous! from overhead,<br>Like abrupt speech of one deemed dead,<br>Speech-moved by some Superior Will,<br>A bell tolls thrice and then is still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And suddenly I know that now<br>The priest within, with shining brow,<br>Lifts high the small round of the Host.<br>The server's tingling bell is lost</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In clash of the greater overhead.<br>Peace like a wave descends, is spread,<br>While watch the peasants' reverent eyes....</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The bell's boom trembles, hangs, and dies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O people who bow down to see<br>The Miracle of Cavalry,<br>The bitter and the glorious,<br>Bow down, bow down and pray for us.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once more our anguished way we take<br>Towards our Golgotha, to make<br>For all our lovers sacrifice.<br>Again the troubled bell tolls thrice.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And slowly, slowly, lifted up<br>Dazzles the overflowing cup.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O worshipping, fond multitude,<br>Remember us too, and our blood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Turn hearts to us as we go by,<br>Salute those about to die,<br>Plead for them, the deep bell toll:<br>Their sacrifice must soon be whole.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Entreat you for such hearts as break<br>With the premonitory ache<br>Of bodies, whose feet, hands, and side,<br>Must soon be torn, pierced, crucified.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sue for them and all of us<br>Who the world over suffer thus,<br>Who have scarce time for prayer indeed,<br>Who only march and die and bleed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The town is left, the road leads on,<br>Bluely glaring in the sun,<br>Toward where in the sunrise gate<br>Death, honour, and fierce battle wait.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Nichols">Robert Nichols</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=507821" data-title="Battery Moving Up to a New Position from Rest Camp:Dawn de Robert Nichols" data-description="Not a sign of life we rouse In any square close-shuttered house That flanks the road we amble down Toward far trenches through the town. The dark, snow-slushy, empty street.... Tingle of frost in brow and feet.... Horse-breath goes dimly up like ..."></div> </div> </div>

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