THE DUMB SOLDIER

Spring and daisies came apace ;
Grasses hide my hiding place ;
Grasses run like a green sea

O’er the lawn up to my knee.

Under grass alone he lies,

Looking up with leaden eyes,
Searlet coat and pointed gun,
To the stars and to the sun.

When the grass is ripe 1ike grain,
When the scythe is stoned again,
When the lawn is shaven clear,

Then my hole shall reappear.

I shall find him, never fear,

I shall find my grenadier ;

But for all that’s gone and come,
I shall find my soldier dumb.

He has lived, a little thing,

In the grassy woods of spring ;

Done, if he could tell me true,

Just as I should like to do.
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