Lines Written in the Trenches

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Lines Written in the Trenches

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AH! Hate like this would freeze our human tears,
And stab the morning star:
Not it, not it commands and mourns and bears
The storm and bitter glory of red war.

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To J. H. S. M., killed in action, March 13, 1915.

O BROTHER, I have sung no dirge for thee:
Nor for all time to come
Can song reveal my grief's infinity:
The menace of thy silence made me dumb.

Title: Lines Written in the Trenches
Identifier: greatwar_sterling017

Item sets: The Poems of Robert W. Sterling

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