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Stephen Crane

I stood upon a high place,

And saw, below, many devils

Running, leaping,

And carousing in sin.

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The Send-off

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Wilfred Owen·1893–1918
own the close, darkening lanes they sang their wayTo the siding-shed,And lined the train with faces grimly gay. Their breasts were stuck all white with wreath and sprayAs men's are, dead. Dull porters watched them, and a casual trampStood staring hard,Sorry to miss them from the upland camp.Then, unmoved, signals nodded, and a lampWinked to the guard. So secretly, like wrongs hushed-up, they went.They were not ours:We never heard to which front these were sent.