The Survivor

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To die with a forlorn hope, but soon to be raised
By hags, the spoilers of the field, to elude their claws
And stand once more on a well-swept parade-ground,
Scarred and bemedalled, sword upright in fist
At head of a new undaunted company:
Is this joy?---to be doubtless alive again,
And the others dead? Will your nostrils gladly savour
The fragrance, always new, of a first hedge-rose?
Will your ears be charmed by the thrush's melody
Sung as though he had himself devised it?
And is this joy: after the double suicide
(Heart against heart) to be restored entire,
To smooth your hair and wash away the life-blood,
And presently seek a young and innocent bride,
Whispering in the dark: 'for ever and ever'?

Identifier

3468.txt

Creator

Graves, Robert (1895-1985)

Date

(1995, 1997, 1999)

Date Created

1997-01-01

Temporal Coverage

1999-12-31

Type

Poem

Publisher

The First World War Poetry Digital Archive

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