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Like restless birds, the breath of coming rain
Creeps, lilac-laden, up the village street.
In Flanders Fields and Other Poems (1919)
Bid them be patient, and some day, anon,
They shall feel earth enwrapt in silence deep;
Shall greet, in wonderment, the quiet dawn,
And in content may turn them to their sleep.
In Flanders Fields and Other Poems (1919)
Men pass my grave, and say, "'Twere well to sleep,
Like such an one, amid the uncaring dead!"
How should they know the vigils that I keep,
The tears I shed?
In Flanders Fields and Other Poems (1919)
That day of battle in the dusty heat
We lay and heard the bullets swish and sing
Like scythes amid the over-ripened wheat,
And we the harvest of their garnering.
In Flanders Fields and Other Poems (1919)