The Send-Off
Wilfred Owen
1893 to 1918
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And lined the train with faces grimly gay.
In wild trainloads?
As men's are, dead.
Nor there if they yet mock what women meant
Their breasts were stuck all white with wreath and spray
Dull porters watched them, and a casual tramp
We never heard to which front these were sent.
To the siding-shed,
So secretly, like wrongs hushed-up, they went.
Sorry to miss them from the upland camp.
Shall they return to beatings of great bells
Up half-known roads.
Stood staring hard,
Winked to the guard.
Who gave them flowers.
Then, unmoved, signals nodded, and a lamp
They were not ours:
May creep back, silent, to still village wells
A few, a few, too few for drums and yells,
Down the close, darkening lanes they sang their way