| HAVE you forgotten yet?... | |
| For the world's events have rumbled on since those gagged days, | |
| Like traffic checked a while at the crossing of city ways: | |
| And the haunted gap in your mind has filled with thoughts that flow | |
| Like clouds in the lit heavens of life; and you're a man reprieved to go, | 5 |
| Taking your peaceful share of Time, with joy to spare. | |
| But the past is just the same,—and War's a bloody game.... | |
| Have you forgotten yet?... | |
| Look down, and swear by the slain of the War that you'll never forget. | |
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| Do you remember the dark months you held the sector at Mametz,— | 10 |
| The nights you watched and wired and dug and piled sandbags on parapets? | |
| Do you remember the rats; and the stench | |
| Of corpses rotting in front of the front-line trench,— | |
| And dawn coming, dirty-white, and chill with a hopeless rain? | |
| Do you ever stop and ask, "Is it all going to happen again?" | 15 |
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| Do you remember that hour of din before the attack,— | |
| And the anger, the blind compassion that seized and shook you then | |
| As you peered at the doomed and haggard faces of your men? | |
| Do you remember the stretcher-cases lurching back | |
| With dying eyes and lolling heads, those ashen-grey | 20 |
| Masks of the lads who once were keen and kind and gay? | |
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| Have you forgotten yet?... | |
| Look up, and swear by the green of the Spring that you'll never forget. | |
