“Du kamst, Du gingst mit leiser Spur,
ein flücht’ger Gast im Erdenland;
woher? Wohin? Wir wissen nur:
Aus Gottes Hand in Gottes Hand.”
(J.L.Uhland in Auf den Tod eines Kindes)
"That time is dead for ever, child! Drowned, frozen, dead for ever! We look on the past And stare aghast At the spectres wailing, pale and ghast, Of hopes which thou and I beguiled To death on life's dark river." (P.B. Shelley in Lines) Visé (B)
"I knew a simple soldier boy Who grinned at life in empty joy, Slept soundly through the lonesome dark, And whistled early with the lark. In winter trenches, cowed and glum, With crumps and lice and lack of rum, He put a bullet through his brain. No one spoke of him again. * * * * * You snug-faced crowds with kindling eye Who cheer when soldier lads march by, Sneak home and pray you'll never know The hell where youth and laughter go."
(S.L. Sassoon in Suicide in the trenches)