When you see the millions of the mouthless dead
Across your dreams in pale battalions go
Say not soft things as other men have said
That you'll remember. For you need not so
Give them not praise. For, deaf, how should they know
It is not curses heaped on each gashed head?
Nor tears. Their blind eyes see not your tears flow
Nor honour. It is easy to be dead
Say only this, "They are dead." Then add thereto
"Yet many a better one has died before"
Then, scanning all the o'ercrowded mass, should you
Perceive one face that you loved heretofore
It is a spook. None wears the face you knew
Great death has made all his for evermore.
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When you see the millions of the mouthless dead
Across your dreams in pale battalions go
Say not soft things as other men have said
That you'll remember. For you need not so
Give them not praise. For, deaf, how should they know
It is not curses heaped on each gashed head?
Nor tears. Their blind eyes see not your tears flow
Nor honour. It is easy to be dead
Say only this, "They are dead." Then add thereto
"Yet many a better one has died before"
Then, scanning all the o'ercrowded mass, should you
Perceive one face that you loved heretofore
It is a spook. None wears the face you knew
Great death has made all his for evermore.
Across your dreams in pale battalions go
Say not soft things as other men have said
That you'll remember. For you need not so
Give them not praise. For, deaf, how should they know
It is not curses heaped on each gashed head?
Nor tears. Their blind eyes see not your tears flow
Nor honour. It is easy to be dead
Say only this, "They are dead." Then add thereto
"Yet many a better one has died before"
Then, scanning all the o'ercrowded mass, should you
Perceive one face that you loved heretofore
It is a spook. None wears the face you knew
Great death has made all his for evermore.
Writer: JAMES MACMILLAN, CHARLES HAMILTON SORLEY
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC