Work-a-day Warriors/The Listening Post
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THE LISTENING POST
Four live men lie in the grass,
Listening what may come to pass;
Open eye, attentive ear—
Four dead men are lying near.
Listening what may come to pass;
Open eye, attentive ear—
Four dead men are lying near.
We four lying in the rain,
Hearkening if perchance we gain
Inkling of our enemy—
That dead hand seemed to beckon me!
Hearkening if perchance we gain
Inkling of our enemy—
That dead hand seemed to beckon me!
We four 'neath the lowering sky;
Straining ear, and open eye;
A star-shell lights a ghostly cheek—
Hark! did I hear that dead man speak?
Straining ear, and open eye;
A star-shell lights a ghostly cheek—
Hark! did I hear that dead man speak?
Out beneath the blackened sky
We four listening live men lie;
Deep into the dark we peer—
And four dead men seem watching near!
We four listening live men lie;
Deep into the dark we peer—
And four dead men seem watching near!
Unto the Earth my ear I keep;
I hear her breathing, long and deep;
The speeding shadows come and go—
Is that patrol friend or foe?
I hear her breathing, long and deep;
The speeding shadows come and go—
Is that patrol friend or foe?
Beneath the blackened heavens we lie,
Three brave lads—the dead—and I;
Open eye—attentive ear—
They do not hear the sounds I hear,
Nor see four dead men watching near!
Three brave lads—the dead—and I;
Open eye—attentive ear—
They do not hear the sounds I hear,
Nor see four dead men watching near!