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\tThey sent him back to her. The letter came Saying... And she could have him. And before
She could be sure there was no hidden ill
Under the formal writing, he was in her sight,
Living. They gave him back to her alive
How else? They are not known to send the dead
And not disfigured visibly. His face?
His hands? She had to look, and ask,
"What was it, dear?" And she had given all
And still she had all they had they the lucky!
Wasn’t she glad now? Everything seemed won,
And all the rest for them permissible ease.
She had to ask, "What was it, dear?"

"Enough,"
Yet not enough. A bullet Through and through,
High in the breast. Nothing but
What good care And medicine and rest, and you a week,
Can cure me of to go again. "The Same
Grim Giving to do over for them both. She DARED
ask no more Than him with her eyes
How WAS it with him for a second trial.
with His Eyes And I Asked Not to ask her. They Had Given
him back to her, But Not to keep.




Robert Frost. Repression of War Experience

NOW light the candles, one, two, there'sa moth;
They Are What silly beggars
to blunder in And scorch Their wings with glory, liquid flame-
No, Not That, -it 's bad to the shapes in shrouds-old men Who Died
Slow, natural Deaths,-old men with ugly souls, Who Wore Their 30
teddies out with nasty sins.
. . . .
're quiet and peaceful, summering safe at home;
You'd never think There Was a bloody war on! ...
O yes, You Would ... why, you CAN hear the guns.
Hark! Thud, thud, thud,-quite soft ... They Never Cease-35
Those whispering guns-O Christ, I want to go out And screech at
Them to stop-I'm going crazy;
'm going stark, staring mad Because of the guns. Siegfried Sassoon






We Plann Lamplighted to shake the world together, you and I.
Being young, and very wise;
Now in the light of the green shaded lamp Almost

I see your eyes Light with the old gay laughter, you and I Dreamed Greatly
of an Empire in Those Days, Setting Our feet upon
Ways laborious,
And all you
Was Asked of fame crossed swords in the Army List;
My Dear, Against your name. We Planned a great Empire together, you and I,
Bound only by the sea;
Now in the quiet of a chill Winter's night
Your voice eat hushed to me
Full of forgotten memories: you and I
Dreamed great dreams of our future in Those Days,
Setting Our feet on undiscovered Ways, And all I Asked