A Daybreak, Grey and Dim

Three forms I see on stretchers lying, brought out there untended lying,/ Over each the blanket spread, ample brownish woolen blanket, / Gray and heavy blanket, folding covering all./ Curious I halt and silent stand./ Then with light fingers I from the face of the nearest just lift the blanket./ Who are you elderly man so gaunt and grim, with well-gray'd hair, and flesh all sunken about the eyes? / Who are you my dear comrade? / Then to the second I step - and who are you my child and darling?/ Who are you my sweet boy with cheeks yet blooming? / Then to the third - a face nor child nor old, very calm, as of beautiful yellow-white ivory:/

Young man I think I know you - I think this is the face of Christ himself /