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| title = Break of Day in the Trenches
 
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| author = Isaac Rosenberg
 
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<br />&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;The darkness crumbles away- <br/>
{{indent|29}}The darkness crumbles away- <br/>
 
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<br />&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;It is the same old druid Time as ever. <br/>
{{indent|29}}It is the same old druid Time as ever. <br/>
 
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<br />&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;Only a live thing leaps my hand- <br/>
{{indent|29}}Only a live thing leaps my hand- <br/>
 
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<br />&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;A queer sardonic rat- <br/>
{{indent|29}}A queer sardonic rat- <br/>
 
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<br />&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;As I pull the parapet's poppy<br/>
{{indent|29}}As I pull the parapet's poppy<br/>
 
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<br />&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;To stick behind my ear. <br/>
{{indent|29}}To stick behind my ear. <br/>
 
{{indent|29}}Droll rat, they would shoot you if they knew <br/>
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<br />&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;Droll rat, they would shoot you if they knew <br/>
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<br />&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;Your cosmopolitan sympathies.<br/>
{{indent|29}}Your cosmopolitan sympathies.<br/>
 
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<br />&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;Now you have touched this English hand <br/>
{{indent|29}}Now you have touched this English hand <br/>
 
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<br />&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;You will do the same to a German-<br/>
{{indent|29}}You will do the same to a German-<br/>
 
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<br />&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;Soon, no doubt, if it be your pleasure <br/>
{{indent|29}}Soon, no doubt, if it be your pleasure <br/>
 
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<br />&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;To cross the sleeping green between. <br/>
{{indent|29}}To cross the sleeping green between. <br/>
 
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<br />&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;It seems you inwardly grin as you pass <br/>
{{indent|29}}It seems you inwardly grin as you pass <br/>
 
{{indent|29}}Strong eyes, fine limbs, haughty athletes <br/>
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<br />&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;Strong eyes, fine limbs, haughty athletes <br/>
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<br />&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;Less chanced than you for life,<br/>
{{indent|29}}Less chanced than you for life,<br/>
 
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<br />&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;Bonds to the whims of murder, <br/>
{{indent|29}}Bonds to the whims of murder, <br/>
 
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<br />&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;Sprawled in the bowels of the earth, <br/>
{{indent|29}}Sprawled in the bowels of the earth, <br/>
 
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<br />&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;The torn fields of France. <br/>
{{indent|29}}The torn fields of France. <br/>
 
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<br />&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;What do you see in our eyes <br/>
{{indent|29}}What do you see in our eyes <br/>
 
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<br />&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;At the shrieking iron and flame<br/>
{{indent|29}}At the shrieking iron and flame<br/>
 
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<br />&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;Hurled through still heavens? <br/>
{{indent|29}}Hurled through still heavens? <br/>
 
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<br />&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;What quaver - what heart aghast? <br/>
{{indent|29}}What quaver - what heart aghast? <br/>
 
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<br />&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;Poppies whose roots are in man's veins <br/>
{{indent|29}}Poppies whose roots are in man's veins <br/>
 
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<br />&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;Drop, and are ever dropping; <br/>
{{indent|29}}Drop, and are ever dropping; <br/>
 
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<br />&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;But mine in my ear is safe,<br/>
{{indent|29}}But mine in my ear is safe,<br/>
 
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<br />&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;Just a little white with the dust. <br/>
{{indent|29}}Just a little white with the dust. <br/>
 

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                             The darkness crumbles away-

                             It is the same old druid Time as ever.

                             Only a live thing leaps my hand-

                             A queer sardonic rat-

                             As I pull the parapet's poppy

                             To stick behind my ear.

                             Droll rat, they would shoot you if they knew

                             Your cosmopolitan sympathies.

                             Now you have touched this English hand

                             You will do the same to a German-

                             Soon, no doubt, if it be your pleasure

                             To cross the sleeping green between.

                             It seems you inwardly grin as you pass

                             Strong eyes, fine limbs, haughty athletes

                             Less chanced than you for life,

                             Bonds to the whims of murder,

                             Sprawled in the bowels of the earth,

                             The torn fields of France.

                             What do you see in our eyes

                             At the shrieking iron and flame

                             Hurled through still heavens?

                             What quaver - what heart aghast?

                             Poppies whose roots are in man's veins

                             Drop, and are ever dropping;

                             But mine in my ear is safe,

                             Just a little white with the dust.