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When You See Millions Of The Mouthless Dead By Charles Hamilton Sorley Read for LibriVox.org by Bruce Kachuk When you see millions of the mouthless dead Across your dreams in pale battalions go Say not soft things As other men have said That you'll remember For you need not sow Give them not praise For deaf, how should they know? It is not curses heaved on each gashed head Nor tears Their blind eyes see not your tears flow Nor honour It is easy to be dead Say only this They are dead Then add there too Yet many a better one has died before Then scanning all the o'er-crowded mass Should you perceive one face that you loved heretofore It is a spook None wears the face you knew Great death has made all his forevermore End of poem This recording is in the public domain When You See Millions Of The Mouthless Dead By Charles Hamilton Sorley Read for LibriVox.org by Bryce Kries, Ohio When you see millions of the mouthless dead Across your dreams in pale battalions go Say not soft things As other men have said That you'll remember For you need not sow Give them not praise For deaf, how should they know? It is not curses heaved on each gashed head Nor tears Their blind eyes see not your tears flow Nor honour It is easy to be dead Say only this They are dead Then add there too Yet many a better one has died before Then scanning all the o'er-crowded mass Should you perceive one face that you loved heretofore It is a spook None wears the face you knew Great death has made all his forevermore End of poem This recording is in the public domain When You See Millions Of The Mouthless Dead By Charles Hamilton Sorley Read for LibriVox.org by beeswaxcandle When you see millions of the mouthless dead Across your dreams in pale battalions go Say not soft things As other men have said That you'll remember For you need not sow Give them not praise For death How should they know? It is not curses heaped on each gashed head Nor tears Their blind eyes see not your tears flow Nor honour It is easy to be dead Say only this They are dead Then add there too Yet many a better one has died before Then scanning all the o'er-crowded mass Should you perceive one face that you loved heretofore It is a spook None wears the face you knew Great death has made all his forevermore End of poem This recording is in the public domain When You See Millions Of The Mouthless Dead By Charles Hamilton Sorley Read for LibriVox.org When you see millions of the mouthless dead Across your dreams and pale battalions go Say not soft things As other men have said That you'll remember For you need not sow Give them not praise For death How should they know? It is not curses heaped on each gashed head Nor tears Their blind eyes see not your tears flow Nor honour It is easy to be dead Say only this They are dead Then add there too Yet many a better one has died before Then scanning all the o'er-crowded mass Should you perceive one face that you loved heretofore It is a spook None wears the face you knew Great death has made all his forevermore End of poem This recording is in the public domain When you see millions of the mouthless dead By Charles Hamilton Sorley Read for LibriVox.org By David Lawrence In Ottawa, Ontario June 2026 When you see millions of the mouthless dead Across your dreams and pale battalions go Say not soft things As other men have said That you'll remember For you need not sow Give them not praise For death How should they know It is not curses heaped upon each gashed head Nor tears Their blind eyes see not your tears flow Nor honour It is easy to be dead Say only this They are dead Then add there too Yet many a better one has died before Then scanning all the o'er-crowded mass You should perceive one face that you loved heretofore It is a spook None wears the face you knew Great death has made all his forevermore End of poem This recording is in the public domain When you see millions of the mouthless dead By Charles Hamilton Sorley Read for LibriVox.org By Lee Salter Elizabethtown, Pennsylvania, USA When you see millions of the mouthless dead Across your dreams Impale battalions go Say not soft things As other men have said That you'll remember For you need not sow Give them not praise For death How should they know It is not curses heaped upon each gashed head Nor tears Their blind eyes see not your tears flow Nor honour It is easy to be dead Say only this They are dead Then add there too Yet many a better one has died before Then scanning all the o'er-crowded mass Should you perceive one face that you loved heretofore It is a spook None wears the face you knew Great death has made all his forevermore End of poem This recording is in the public domain When you see millions of the mouthless dead A Charles Hamilton survey Read for LibriVox.org By Newgate Novelist When you see millions of the mouthless dead Across your dreams Impale battalions go Say not soft things As other men have said That you'll remember For you need not sow Give them not praise For death How should they know It is not curses heaped on each gashed head Nor tears Their blind eyes see not your tears flow Nor honour It is easy to be dead Say only this They are dead Then add there too Yet many a better one has died before Then scanning all the o'er-crowded mass Should you perceive one face that you loved heretofore It is a spook None wears the face you knew Great death has made all his forevermore End of poem This recording is in the public domain When you see millions of the mouthless dead By Charles Hamilton Sorley Read for LibriVox.org By Jennifer Beckett Wood When you see millions of the mouthless dead Across your dreams Impale battalions go Say not soft things As other men have said That you'll remember For you need not sow Give them not praise For death How should they know It is not curses heaped upon each gashed head Nor tears Their blind eyes see not your tears flow Nor honour It is easy to be dead Say only this They are dead Then add there too Yet many a better one has died before Then scanning all the o'er-crowded mass Should you perceive one face that you loved heretofore It is a spook None wears the face you knew Great death has made all his forevermore End of poem This recording is in the public domain When you see millions of the mouthless dead By Charles Hamilton Sorley Read for LibriVox.org By Leanne Howlett When you see millions of the mouthless dead Across your dreams Impale battalions go Say not soft things As other men have said That you'll remember For you need not sow Give them not praise For death How should they know It is not curses heaped on each gashed head Nor tears Their blind eyes see not your tears flow Nor honour It is easy to be dead Say only this They are dead Then add there too Yet many a better one has died before Then scanning all the o'er-crowded mass Should you perceive one face that you loved heretofore It is a spook None wears the face you knew Great death has made all his forevermore End of poem This recording is in the public domain When you see millions of the mouthless dead By Charles Hamilton Sorley Read for LibriVox.org By Phil Schampf When you see millions of the mouthless dead Across your dreams Impale battalions go Say not soft things That you'll remember For you need not sow Give them not praise For death How should they know It is not curses heaped on each gashed head Nor tears Their blind eyes see not your tears flow Nor honour It is easy to be dead Say only this They are dead Then add there too Yet many a better one has died before Then scanning all the o'er-crowded mass Should you perceive one face that you loved heretofore It is a spook None wears the face you knew Great death has made all his forevermore End of poem This recording is in the public domain When you see millions of the mouthless dead By Charles Hamilton Sorley Read for LibriVox.org By Peter Yersley When you see millions of the mouthless dead Across your dreams Impale battalions go Say not soft things As other men have said That you'll remember For you need not sow Give them not praise For death How should they know It is not curses heaped on each gashed head Nor tears Their blind eyes see not your tears flow Nor honour It is easy to be dead Say only this They are dead Then add there too Yet many a better one has died before Then scanning all the o'er-crowded mass Should you perceive one face that you loved heretofore It is a spook None wears the face you knew Great death has made all his forevermore End of poem When you see millions of the mouthless dead By Charles Hamilton Sorley Read for LibriVox.org By Rapunzelina When you see millions of the mouthless dead Across your dreams Impale battalions go Say not soft things As other men have said That you'll remember For you need not sow Give them not praise For death How should they know It is not curses heaped on each gashed head Nor tears Their blind eyes see not your tears flow Nor honour It is easy to be dead Say only this They are dead Then add there too Yet many a better one has died before Then scanning all the o'er-crowded mass Should you perceive one face that you loved heretofore It is a spook None wears the face you knew Great death has made all his forevermore End of poem This recording is in the public domain When you see millions of the mouthless dead By Charles Hamilton Sorley Read for LibriVox.org By Tony Latore When you see millions of the mouthless dead Across your dreams Impale battalions go Say not soft things As other men have said That you'll remember For you need not sow Give them not praise For death How should they know It is not curses heaped on each gashed head Nor tears Their blind eyes see not your tears flow Nor honour It is easy to be dead Say only this They are dead Then add there too Yet many a better one has died before Then scanning all the o'er-crowded mass Should you perceive one face that you loved heretofore It is a spook None wears the face you knew Great death has made all his forevermore End of poem This recording is in the public domain