573. Anthem for Doomed Youth by Wilfred Owen
b"Owen read by Classic Poetry Aloud:\\nhttp://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/\\n\\nGiving voice to classic poetry.\\n\\n---------------------------------------------------\\n\\nAnthem for Doomed Youth\\nby Wilfred Owen (1893 \\u2013 1918)\\n\\nWhat passing-bells for these who die as cattle?\\nOnly the monstrous anger of the guns.\\nOnly the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle\\nCan patter out their hasty orisons.\\nNo mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells;\\nNor any voice of mourning save the choirs, \\u2013\\nThe shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;\\nAnd bugles calling for them from sad shires.\\nWhat candles may be held to speed them all?\\nNot in the hands of boys but in their eyes\\nShall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.\\nThe pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;\\nTheir flowers the tenderness of patient minds,\\nAnd each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds."