Show 1 1775 1812 1846 1861 0 1898 10 1917 5 R 11 if I 1 how swiftly we forget orect the bitter past tie the past of 0 other men that past we swore we would revere and honor evermore I 1 A little dust of years has blown be f tween four our mue safe babe lives and all that din i of i war iwar and we target forget already as an stocks stock soar fo forget r get the price they paid lant ant boys W who he left their shining youth on den fields drab me men n now scattered through the rank and file bof L of common drudgeries drudge ries rier plain men who earn their dally daily bread by dull prosaic task tak A AB though never heard the screaming scream lne shell or known the feel of filth the foul trench smell 7 i such silent men they are today yet kind who listen absently while babblers dabblers babb lers i like myself discourse on beauty poetry or pain the place it holds in art all unaware that inthe in chair across the hearth there broods biot not mere merely y what one sees a grave young man but still incarnate deathless xem mem oryl orya i the memory of ugliness of alth ot of biting cold and ruthless naked i fear that fear which crouches grinning by ones bed abed i and poises walting walt lne through the long dull day 1 foul patient bird of prey we wf e have forgotten we who did not BO 90 war must mean not merely ca c death for death all men must face each day not un r but callous death Is not the worst though we prefer our tidy life cream in our tea i the ill they tear fear Is just remember ing the way foul recollection shifts and drifts not only from gray eray ash of old de i but from gay gardens in the summer s ummer dusk 1 from glowing blowing flames upon the winter hearth or in the arms of love they never know i what moment the q d d thing thine may coll and spring so war endures to men remembering tew new york times |