Source: The White Rose (1985), Chapter 12, “The Plain of Fear” (p. 506)
“Tired with dull grief, grown old before my day,
I sit in solitude and only hear
Long silent laughters, murmurings of dismay,
The lost intensities of hope and fear;
In those old marshes yet the rifles lie,
On the thin breastwork flutter the grey rags,
The very books I read are there—and I
Dead as the men I loved, wait while life drags.”
Festubert, 1916 https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/57255/festubert-1916 (1921)
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