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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409874" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>After the Salvo</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409874" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">UP and down, up and down<br>They go, the gray rat, and the brown.<br>The telegraph lines are tangled hair,<br>Motionless on the sullen air<br>An engine has fallen on its back,<br>With crazy wheels, on a twisted track<br>All ground to dust is the little town.<br>Up and down, up and down<br>They go, the gray rat, and the brown<br>A skull, torn out of the graves near by,<br>Gapes in the grass. A butterfly,<br>In azure irridescence new,<br>Floats into the world, across the dew<br>Between the flow'rs. Have we lost our way,<br>Or are we toys of a god at play,<br>Who do these things on a young Spring day?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409874" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Where the salvo fell, on a splintered ledge<br>Of ruin, at the crater's edge,<br>A poppy lives: and young, and fair,<br>The dewdrops hang on the spider's stair,<br>With every rainbow still unhurt<br>From leaflet unto leaflet girt.<br>Man's house is crushed ; the spider's lives<br>Inscrutably He takes, and gives,<br>Who guards not any temple here,<br>Save the temple of the gossamer.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409874" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Up and down, up and down<br>They go, the gray rat and the brown:<br>A pistol cracks: they too are dead.<br>The nightwind rustles overhead.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Herbert+Asquith">Herbert Asquith</a></strong></div>