THE SILENCE
Death as a soldier
This is indeed a false, false night;There’s not a soldier sleeps,But like a ghost stands to his post,While Death through the long sap creeps.There’s an eerie filmy spell o’er all—A murmur from the sea;And not a sound on the hills around—Say, what will the silence be?PrivateR. J. Godfrey,7th Aust. Field Amb.
This is indeed a false, false night;There’s not a soldier sleeps,But like a ghost stands to his post,While Death through the long sap creeps.There’s an eerie filmy spell o’er all—A murmur from the sea;And not a sound on the hills around—Say, what will the silence be?PrivateR. J. Godfrey,7th Aust. Field Amb.
This is indeed a false, false night;There’s not a soldier sleeps,But like a ghost stands to his post,While Death through the long sap creeps.
This is indeed a false, false night;
There’s not a soldier sleeps,
But like a ghost stands to his post,
While Death through the long sap creeps.
There’s an eerie filmy spell o’er all—A murmur from the sea;And not a sound on the hills around—Say, what will the silence be?
There’s an eerie filmy spell o’er all—
A murmur from the sea;
And not a sound on the hills around—
Say, what will the silence be?
PrivateR. J. Godfrey,7th Aust. Field Amb.
PrivateR. J. Godfrey,
7th Aust. Field Amb.