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New
Poems
by
Charles G.D. Roberts
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GOING
OVER
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A GIRL'S
voice in the night troubled my heart.
Across the roar of the guns, the crash of the shells,
Low and soft as a sigh, clearly I heard it.
Where was the broken parapet, crumbling about
me?
Where my shadowy comrades, crouching expectant?
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| A girl’s
voice in the dark troubled my heart.
A dream was the ooze of the trench, the wet clay
slipping,
A dream the sudden out-flare of the wide-flung
Verys.
I saw but a garden of lilacs, a-flower in the
dusk.
What was the sergeant saying?—I passed
it along.—
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Did
I pass it along? I was breathing the breath of the
lilacs.
For a girl’s voice in the night troubled my
heart.
Over! How the mud sucks! Vomits red the barrage.
But I am far off in the hush of a garden of lilacs.
For a girl’s voice in the night troubled
my heart.
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| Tender
and soft as a sigh, clearly I heard it. |
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