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There was no wind, and yet the air / Seemed suddenly astir; / There were no forms, and yet all space / Seemed thronged with growing hosts. / They came from Where, and from Nowhere, / Like phantoms as they were; / They came from many a land and place- / The ghosts, the ghosts, the ghosts.
And some were white, and some were grey, / And some were red as blood- / Those ghosts of men who met their death / Upon the field of war. / Against the skies of fading day, / Like banks of cloud they stood; / And each wraith asked another wraith, / ‘What were we fighting for?'