Bitter Question
How sound are ye sleeping, comrades,
—So deeply that air raids pass
Like shadows on silver mirrors,
—Like breathing on polished glass?
How deep are ye dreaming, comrades,
—So raptly that raiders go
From France to the spires of London
—And none of you ever know?
Ah, lads, I have named you over,
—Remembering how ye died,
So wearily full of slumber—
—Mute pawns of a nation's pride!
How sound are ye sleeping, comrades,
—Too deeply to ever ken
The bells of the world are ringing
—For anguish and war again?
How sound are ye sleeping, comrades,
So deeply that air raids pass
Like shadows on silver mirrors,
Like breathing on polished glass?
How deep are ye dreaming, comrades,
So raptly that raiders go
From France to the spires of London
And none of you ever know?
Ah, lads, I have named you over,
Remembering how ye died,
So wearily full of slumber—
Mute pawns of a nation's pride!
How sound are ye sleeping, comrades,
Too deeply to ever ken
The bells of the world are ringing
For anguish and war again?
—So deeply that air raids pass
Like shadows on silver mirrors,
—Like breathing on polished glass?
How deep are ye dreaming, comrades,
—So raptly that raiders go
From France to the spires of London
—And none of you ever know?
Ah, lads, I have named you over,
—Remembering how ye died,
So wearily full of slumber—
—Mute pawns of a nation's pride!
How sound are ye sleeping, comrades,
—Too deeply to ever ken
The bells of the world are ringing
—For anguish and war again?
How sound are ye sleeping, comrades,
So deeply that air raids pass
Like shadows on silver mirrors,
Like breathing on polished glass?
How deep are ye dreaming, comrades,
So raptly that raiders go
From France to the spires of London
And none of you ever know?
Ah, lads, I have named you over,
Remembering how ye died,
So wearily full of slumber—
Mute pawns of a nation's pride!
How sound are ye sleeping, comrades,
Too deeply to ever ken
The bells of the world are ringing
For anguish and war again?
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