The War Poems of Siegfried Sassoon by Siegfried Sassoon

Dreamers

Soldiers are citizens of death's gray land,   Drawing no dividend from time's to-morrows. In the great hour of destiny they stand,   Each with his feuds, and jealousies, and sorrows. Soldiers are sworn to action; they must win   Some flaming, fatal climax with their lives. Soldiers are dreamers; when the guns begin   They think of firelit homes, clean beds, and wives.

I see them in foul dug-outs, gnawed by rats,   And in the ruined trenches, lashed with rain, Dreaming of things they did with balls and bats,   And mocked by hopeless longing to regain Bank-holidays, and picture shows, and spats,   And going to the office in the train.

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