Anthem for Doomed Youth
Wilfred Owen
1893 to 1918
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And bugles calling for them from sad shires.
No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells;
Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle
— Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.
The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,—
What candles may be held to speed them all?
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,