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George Herbert Clarke, ed. (1873–1953).  A Treasury of War Poetry.  1917.
103. The Battlefield
By Sydney Oswald
AROUND no fire the soldiers sleep to-night,
  But lie a-wearied on the ice-bound field,
  With cloaks wrapt round their sleeping forms, to shield
Them from the northern winds. Ere comes the light
Of morn brave men must arm, stern foes to fight.        5
  The sentry stands, his limbs with cold congealed;
  His head a-nod with sleep; he cannot yield,
Though sleep and snow in deadly force unite.
Amongst the sleepers lies the Boy awake,
  And wide-eyed plans brave glories that transcend        10
The deeds of heroes dead; then dreams o’ertake
  His tired-out brain, and lofty fancies blend
To one grand theme, and through all barriers break
  To guard from hurt his faithful sleeping friend.


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