<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=518974" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Night on the Convoy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(ALEXANDRIA-MARSEILLES)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Out in the blustering darkness, on the deck <br>A gleam of stars looks down. Long blurs of black, <br>The lean Destroyers, level with our track, <br>Plunging and stealing, watch the perilous way <br>Through backward racing seas and caverns of chill spray.<br>One sentry by the davits, in the gloom <br>Stands mute: the boat heaves onward through the night. <br>Shrouded is every chink of cabined light: <br>And sluiced by floundering waves that hiss and boom <br>And crash like guns, the troop-ship shudders ... doom. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now something at my feet stirs with a sigh; <br>And slowly growing used to groping dark, <br>I know that the hurricane-deck, down all its length, <br>Is heaped and spread with lads in sprawling strength— <br>Blanketed soldiers sleeping. In the stark <br>Danger of life at war, they lie so still, <br>All prostrate and defenceless, head by head... <br>And I remember Arras, and that hill <br>Where dumb with pain I stumbled among the dead. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We are going home. The troop-ship, in a thrill<br>Of fiery-chamber’d anguish, throbs and rolls. <br>We are going home ... victims ... three thousand souls. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>May 1918.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Siegfried+Sassoon">Siegfried Sassoon</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=518974" data-title="Night on the Convoy de Siegfried Sassoon" data-description="(ALEXANDRIA-MARSEILLES) Out in the blustering darkness, on the deck A gleam of stars looks down. Long blurs of black, The lean Destroyers, level with our track, Plunging and stealing, watch the perilous way Through backward racing seas and c..."></div> </div> </div>

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