There are five men in the moonlight <br />That by their shadows stand; <br />Three hobble humped on crutches, <br />And two lack each a hand. <br /> <br /> <br />Frogs somewhere near the roadside <br />Chorus their chant absorbed: <br />But a hush breathes out of the dream-light <br />That far in heaven is orbed. <br /> <br /> <br />It is gentle as sleep falling <br />And wide as thought can span, <br />The ancient peace and wonder <br />That brims in the heart of man. <br /> <br /> <br />Beyond the hills it shines now <br />On no peace but the dead, <br />On reek of trenches thunder-shocked, <br />Tense fury of wills in wrestle locked, <br />A chaos of crumbled red.<br /><br />Laurence Binyon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/men-of-verdun/
