I Stood With The Dead, So Forsaken And Still: When Dawn Was Grey I Stood With The Dead. And My Slow Heart Said, "You Must Kill; You Must Kill: Soldier, Soldier, Morning Is Red." On The Shapes Of The Slain In Their Crumpled Disgrace I Stared For A While Through The Thin Cold Rain.... "O Lad That I Loved, There Is Rain On Your Face, And Your Eyes Are Blurred And Sick Like The Plain." I Stood With The Dead.... They Were Dead; They Were Dead; My Heart And My Head Beat A March Of Dismay; And Gusts Of The Wind Came Dulled By The Guns.... "Fall In!" I Shouted; "Fall In For Your Pay!"