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Each night we panted till the runners came,
    Bearing your letters through the battle-smoke.
Their path lay up Death Valley spouting flame,
    Across the ridge where the Hun's anger spoke
In bursting shells and cataracts of pain;
    Then down the road where no one goes by day,
And so into the tortured, pockmarked plain
    Where dead men clasp their wounds and point the way.
Here gas lurks treacherously and the wire
    Of old defences tangles up the feet;
Faces and hands strain upward through the mire,
    Speaking the anguish of the Hun's retreat.
Sometimes no letters came; the evening hate
    Dragged on till dawn. The ridge in flying spray
Of hissing shrapnel told the runners' fate;
    We knew we should not hear from you that day--
From you, who from the trenches of the mind
    Hurl back despair, smiling with sobbing breath,
Writing your souls on paper to be kind,
    That you for us may take the sting from Death.

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