I STOOD with the Dead, so forsaken and still: When dawn was grey I stood with the Dead. And my slow heart said, 'You must kill, you must kill: 'Soldier, soldier, morning is red'. On the shapes of the slain in their crumpled disgrace I stared for a while through the thin cold rain... 'O lad that I loved, there is rain on your face, 'And your eyes are blurred and sick like the plain.' I stood with the Dead ... They were dead; they were dead; My heart and my head beat a march of dismay: And gusts of the wind came dulled by the guns. 'Fall in!' I shouted; 'Fall in for your pay!' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VERSES FROM THE GRANDE CHARTREUSE by MATTHEW ARNOLD THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 18. THE CHARM by THOMAS CAMPION AND WHAT SHALL YOU SAY? by JOSEPH SEAMON COTTER JR. SPRING AND FALL: TO A YOUNG CHILD by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS MY BIRD by EMILY CHUBBUCK JUDSON CYNTHIADES: TO CYNTHIA ON CONCEALMENT OF HER BEAUTY by FRANCIS KYNASTON TO SAN FRANCISCO by SAMUEL JOHN ALEXANDER JUNGLE by RICHMOND GEORGE ANTHONY THE DRUG-SHOP, OR, ENDYMION IN EDMONSTOUN by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET |