The Quiet

I could not understand the sudden quiet —
The sudden darkness, in the crash of fight,
The din and glare of day quenched in a twinkling
In utter starless night.

I lay an age and idly gazed at nothing,
Half-puzzled that I couldn't lift my head;
And then somehow I knew that I was lying
Among the other dead.
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