I Stood with the Dead, so forsaken and still: <br />When dawn was grey I stood with the Dead. <br />And my slow heart said, 'You must kill, you must kill: <br />'Soldier, soldier, morning is red'. <br /> <br />On the shapes of the slain in their crumpled disgrace <br />I stared for a while through the thin cold rain... <br />'O lad that I loved, there is rain on your face, <br />'And your eyes are blurred and sick like the plain.' <br /> <br />I stood with the Dead ... They were dead; they were dead; <br />My heart and my head beat a march of dismay: <br />And gusts of the wind came dulled by the guns. <br />'Fall in!' I shouted; 'Fall in for your pay!'<br /><br />Siegfried Sassoon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-stood-with-the-dead/
