The Young Men

The young men who fell in battle
Did not die.
You can hear them still in the quiet house
In the night
As the moonlight wanders in and out
Among the varied shapes.
The young men come and silently
Wander too
In and out among the shapes of men
In the night.

The young men who fell in battle
Did not die.
You can hear them still in the quiet streets
In the night,
The young men come and take their places
On the tabled roll
Of their towns and march in single file
Upon the streets
Under the clock the young men march
To silent drums.