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Until all loveliness shall pass away,

Until the darkness dies no more in dawn,

Until the lustre of the stars is shed,

Till no dream mocks the madness of the fray,

Till love has learnt to leer and pride to fawn,

Till heaven is sunk in hell—thou are not dead. Claude Houghton

SPORTSMEN IN PARADISE

HE dead are with us everywhere,

By night and day;

No street we tread but they have wandered there

Who now lie still beneath the grass

Of some shell-scarred and distant plain,

Beyond the fear of death, beyond all pain.

And in the silence you can hear their noiseless footsteps pass—

The dead are with us always, night and day.