And call it death or cowardice，

　　Don't count again on me．

　　Everything's all right， Mother，

　　Everyone gets the same

　　At one time or another．

　　It's all in the game．

　　I never strolled， nor ever shall，

　　Down such a leafy lane．

　　I never drank in a canal，

　　Nor ever shall again．

　　There is a whistling in the leaves

　　And it is not the wind，

　　The twigs are falling from the knives

　　That cut men to the ground．

　　Tell me， Master－Sergeant，

　　The way to turn and shoot．

　　But the Sergeant's silent

　　That taught me how to do it．

　　O Captain， show us quickly

　　Our place upon the map．

　　But the Captain's sickly

　　And taking a long nap．

　　Lieutenant， what's my duty，

　　My place in the platoon?

　　He too's a sleeping beauty，

　　Charmed by that strange tune．

　　Carentan O Carentan

　　Before we met with you

　　We never yet had lost a man

　　Or known what death could do．

　　诗歌欣赏：Elegy on Thyrza

　　AND thou art dead as young and fair

　　As aught of mortal birth；

　　And form so soft and charms so rare

　　Too soon return'd to Earth！

　　Though Earth received them in her bed

　　And o'er the spot the crowd may tread

　　In carelessness or mirth

　　There is an eye which could not brook

　　A moment on that grave to look．

　　I will not ask where thou liest low

　　Nor gaze upon the spot；

　　There flowers or weeds at will may grow

　　So I behold them not：

　　It is enough for me to prove

　　That what I loved and long must love

　　Like common earth can rot；