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Book: In Flanders Fields and Other Poems
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"Sleep, weary ones, while ye may --
Sleep, oh, sleep!"
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I saw a city filled with lust and shame,
Where men, like wolves, slunk through the grim half-light;
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I left, to earth, a little maiden fair,
With locks of gold, and eyes that shamed the light;
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One spake amid the nations, "Let us cease
From darkening with strife the fair World's light,
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Beneath her window in the fragrant night
I half forget how truant years have flown
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I saw a King, who spent his life to weave
Into a nation all his great heart thought,
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At the drowsy dusk when the shadows creep
From the golden west, where the sunbeams sleep,
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The day is past and the toilers cease;
The land grows dim 'mid the shadows grey,
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". . . with two other priests; the same night he died,
and was buried by the shores of the lake that bears his name."
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If night should come and find me at my toil,
When all Life's day I had, tho' faintly, wrought,
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"It fell on a day, that he went out to his father to the reapers.
And he said unto his father, My head, my head. And he
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Scarlet coats, and crash o' the band,
The grey of a pauper's gown,
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". . . defeated, with great loss."
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There stands a hostel by a travelled way;
Life is the road and Death the worthy host;
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In Flanders’ Fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row,
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My lover died a century ago,
Her dear heart stricken by my sland'rous breath,
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The earth grows white with harvest; all day long
The sickles gleam, until the darkness weaves
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Of old, like Helen, guerdon of the strong --
Like Helen fair, like Helen light of word,
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Cometh the night. The wind falls low,
The trees swing slowly to and fro:
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I saw two sowers in Life's field at morn,
To whom came one in angel guise and said,
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An uphill path, sun-gleams between the showers,
Where every beam that broke the leaden sky
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Sleep, little eyes
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Ye have sung me your songs, ye have chanted your rimes
(I scorn your beguiling, O sea!)
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O guns, fall silent till the dead men hear
Above their heads the legions pressing on:
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He wrought in poverty, the dull grey days,
But with the night his little lamp-lit room
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Here all the day she swings from tide to tide,
Here all night long she tugs a rusted chain,
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Amid my books I lived the hurrying years,
Disdaining kinship with my fellow man;
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Amid earth's vagrant noises, he caught the note sublime:
To-day around him surges from the silences of Time
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But yesterday the tourney, all the eager joy of life,
The waving of the banners, and the rattle of the spears,
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