Anthem for Doomed Youth
Wilfred Owen
1893 to 1918
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Can patter out their hasty orisons.
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,—
Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;
— Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.
What candles may be held to speed them all?
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.
No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells;
Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?