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After a week spent under raining skies, / In horror, mud and sleeplessness, a week / Of bursting shells, of blood and hideous cries / And the ever-watchful sniper: where the reek / Of death offends the living... but poor dead / Can't sleep, must lie awake with the horrid sound / That roars and whirs and rattles overhead / All day, all night, and jars and tears the ground; / When rats run, big as kittens: to and fro / They dart, and scuffle with their horrid fare, / And then one night relief comes, and we go / Miles back into the sunny cornland where / Babies like tickling, and where tall white horses / Draw the plough leisurely in quiet courses.