In Flanders Fields and Other Poems

<p><SPAN name="link2H_4_0003" id="link2H_4_0003"></SPAN></p> <br/> <h2> The Anxious Dead </h2> <p>O guns, fall silent till the dead men hear<br/> Above their heads the legions pressing on:<br/> (These fought their fight in time of bitter fear,<br/> And died not knowing how the day had gone.)<br/> <br/> O flashing muzzles, pause, and let them see<br/> The coming dawn that streaks the sky afar;<br/> Then let your mighty chorus witness be<br/> To them, and Caesar, that we still make war.<br/> <br/> Tell them, O guns, that we have heard their call,<br/> That we have sworn, and will not turn aside,<br/> That we will onward till we win or fall,<br/> That we will keep the faith for which they died.<br/> <br/> Bid them be patient, and some day, anon,<br/> They shall feel earth enwrapt in silence deep;<br/> Shall greet, in wonderment, the quiet dawn,<br/> And in content may turn them to their sleep.<br/></p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />