Suddenly night crushed out the day and hurled <br />Her remnants over cloud-peaks, thunder-walled. <br />Then fell a stillness such as harks appalled <br />When far-gone dead return upon the world. <br /> <br /> <br />There watched I for the Dead; but no ghost woke. <br />Each one whom Life exiled I named and called. <br />But they were all too far, or dumbed, or thralled, <br />And never one fared back to me or spoke. <br /> <br /> <br />Then peered the indefinite unshapen dawn <br />With vacant gloaming, sad as half-lit minds, <br />The weak-limned hour when sick men's sighs are drained. <br />And while I wondered on their being withdrawn, <br />Gagged by the smothering Wing which none unbinds, <br />I dreaded even a heaven with doors so chained.<br /><br />Wilfred Owen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-unreturning-2/
