A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/The Dead (Sorley)

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A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919
edited by George Herbert Clarke
The Dead by Charles Hamilton Sorley
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4589153A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919 — The DeadGeorge Herbert ClarkeCharles Hamilton Sorley
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THE DEAD

WHEN you see millions of the mouthless dead
Across your dreams in pale battalions go,
Say not soft things as other men have said,
That you'll remember. For you need not so.
Give them not praise. For, deaf, how should they know
It is not curses heaped on each gashed head?
Nor tears. Their blind eyes see not your tears flow.
Nor honour. It is easy to be dead.
​Say only this, "They are dead." Then add thereto,
"Yet many a better one has died before."
Then scanning all the o'ercrowded mass, should you
Perceive one face that you loved heretofore,
It is a spook. None wears the face you knew.
Great Death has made all his for evermore.

Charles Hamilton Sorley

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