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==Original text and translations==
==Original text and translations==

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Editor: Huub de Lange (submitted 2011-10-31).   Score information: A4, 8 pages   Copyright: Personal

General Information

Title: Anthem for Doomed Youth
Composer: Huub de Lange
Lyricist: Wilfred Owen

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
Published: 2011

Original text and translations

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What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells;
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs, –
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.
What candles may be held to speed them all?
Not in the hands of boys but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.
The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.