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Rh The dead men lay on the shell-scarred plain,

Where Death and the Autumn held their reign—

Like banded ghosts in the heavens grey

The smoke of the powder paled away;

Where riven and rent the spinney trees

Shivered and shook in the sullen breeze,

And there, where the trench through the graveyard wound

The dead men's bones stuck over the ground

By the road to Loos in the morning.

The turret towers that stood in the air,

Sheltered a foeman sniper there—

They found, who fell to the sniper's aim,

A field of death on the field of fame;

And stiff in khaki the boys were laid

To the sniper's toll at the barricade,

But the quick went clattering through the town,

Shot at the sniper and brought him down,

As we entered Loos in the morning.

The dead men lay on the cellar stair,

Toll of the bomb that found them there.

In the street men fell as a bullock drops,

Sniped from the fringe of Hulluch copse.

And the choking fumes of the deadly shell

Curtained the place where our comrades fell.

This we saw when the charge was done

And the east blushed red to the rising sun

In the town of Loos in the morning.

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