<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="center" class="head">Fallen</h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line"><span class="smallcaps">He</span> was wounded and he fell in the midst of hoarse shouting.</p><p class="line">The tide passed, and the waves came and whispered about his ankles.</p><p class="line">Far off he heard a cock crow -- children laughing,</p><p class="line">Rising at dawn to greet the storm of petals</p><p class="line">Shaken from apple-boughs; he heard them cry,</p><p class="line">And turned again to find the breast of her,</p><p class="line">And sank confusèd with a little sigh...</p><p class="line">Thereafter water running, and a voice</p><p class="line">That seemed to stir and flutter through the trenches</p><p class="line">And set dead lips to talking...</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Wreckage was mingled with the storm of petals...</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">He felt her near him, and the weight dropped off --</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Suddenly...</p></div><p class="byline">-- Alice Corbin.</p></body></html> · Great War