Dead of Night in the Trenches The daylight crumbles away “Itis the same old magus time A live thing pounces at my hand A queer, mocking rat ake the daisy fo, garetté behind my ear Lone rat, they would kill you if they knew How you adapt and accept You have touched this English flesh ‘As you would to a German. Soon you will leave To crawl over bodies and in between It seems you give me a smile as you pass Bright eyes, strong men, healthy boys Have less a chance to survive “Ta out soneat 6 at Laid out beneatt tie dirt The shallow graves of France ‘What do you see in our souls? At the screams of battle Echoed through still heavens Op! And are ever dying. But the yellow bliss of mine is safe Safe for the’ ash in these trenches.Jato Oe of ght 0 _ Tenches 7 ut the y ae we for ples S i eee AL a et ie ie ose eae ote in mans s bait