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 You have forgotten, sleeping well,

But what of them ? shall they forget

Your body broken with the shell,

Your brow whereon their seal is set ?

Does earth for them hold any place

Where they shall never see the flies

Clustered about your empty face

And on your blind, accusing eyes?

Good-night, good sleep to you. But they

Will never know good-night again,

Whose eyes are seeing night and day,

The humble men who died in vain.

Their ears are filled with bitter cries,

Their nostrils with the powder smell.

And shall see your mournful eyes

Across the reeking fires of hell.