"They"

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Title:     "They"
Author: Christopher Morley [More Titles by Morley]

Whoso has gift of simple speech
Of measured words and plain,
To him be given it to teach
The sadness of Lorraine.

She asked but sun and rain to bless
Her blue enfolding hills,
And time, to heal the old distress
Of dim-remembered ills.

The fields, the vineyards and the lathe,
The river, loved so well--
O sunset pools and lads that bathe
Along the green Moselle.

One whispered word--curt, bitter, brief,
Lives now in black Lorraine,
One word that sums her whole of grief--
Dead children, women slain.

The cure's blood that stained the road,
The village burned away,
The needless horrors men abode
Are all in one word--_they_.

[The end]
Christopher Morley's poem: "They"

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