Children are dumb to say how hot the day is,
How hot the scent is of the summer rose,
How dreadful the black wastes of evening sky,
How dreadful the tall soldiers drumming by.
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This is a very ambitious poem. But Graves manages to succeed in capturing something quite fascinating.
The wide glare of the children's day- that line has stayed with me from when I first read it nearly sixty years ago.