This war's dead heroes, who has seen them? br They rise in smoke above the burning city, br Faint clouds, dissolving into sky — br br And who sifting the Libyan sand can find br The tracery of a human hand, br The faint impression of an absent mind, br The fade-out of a soldier's day dream? br br You'll know your love no more, nor his sweet kisses — br He's forgotten you, girl, and in the idle sun br In long green grass that the east wind caresses br The seed of man is ravished by the corn.