(1893-1918 / Shropshire / England)

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But I Was Looking at the Permanent Stars

Bugles sang, saddening the evening air,
And bugles answered, sorrowful to hear.

Voices of boys were by the river-side.
Sleep mothered them; and left the twilight sad.
The shadow of the morrow weighed on men.

Voices of old despondency resigned,
Bowed by the shadow of the morrow, slept.

( ) dying tone
Of receding voices that will not return.
The wailing of the high far-travelling shells
And the deep cursing of the provoking ( )

The monstrous anger of our taciturn guns.
The majesty of the insults of their mouths.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003


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  • Robert Howard (8/14/2006 1:04:00 PM)

    This magnificent war lament is set for baritone voice in Benjamin Britten''s War Requiem.

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