Lament for Doomed Youth
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- What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
- Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattleCan patter out their hasty orisons.
- Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,—The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
- And bugles calling for them from sad shires.
- What candles may be held to speed them all?
- Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyesShall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.
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