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 WALTER LIGHTOWLER WILKINSON

(Killed on Vimy Ridge, April 9, 1917)

A Lament from the Dead

EACE! Vex us not: we are Dead,

We are the Dead for England slain.

(O England and the English Spring,

The English Spring, the Spring-tide rain:

Ah, God, dear God, in England now!) . ..

Peace! Vex us not: we are the Dead;

The snows of Death are on our brow:

Peace! Vex us not!

Brothers, the footfalls of the year

(The Maiden month's in England now!). ..

I feel them pass above my head:

Alas, they echo on my heart!

(Ah, God, dear God, but England now!). ..

Peace! vex me not, for I am dead;

The snows of Death are on my brow:

Peace! Vex me not!

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