The darkness crumbles away
It is the same old druid Time as ever,
Only a live thing leaps my hand,
A queer sardonic rat,
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The plunging limbers over the shattered track
Racketed with their rusty freight,
Stuck out like many crowns of thorns,
And the rusty stakes like sceptres old
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Through these pale cold days
What dark faces burn
Out of three thousand years,
And their wild eyes yearn,
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Sombre the night is.
And though we have our lives, we know
What sinister threat lies there.
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What in our lives is burnt
In the fire of this?
The heart’s dear granary?
The much we shall miss?
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I snatched two poppies
From the parapet’s ledge,
Two bright red poppies
That winked on the ledge.
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I killed them, but they would not die.
Yea! all the day and all the night
For them I could not rest or sleep,
Nor guard from them nor hide in flight.
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Nudes -- stark and glistening,
Yelling in lurid glee. Grinning faces
And raging limbs
Whirl over the floor one fire.
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Snow is a strange white word.
No ice or frost
Has asked of bud or bird
For Winter's cost.
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