SLAIN - William Herbert Carruth Poems

 
 

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SLAIN

Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori

You who are still and white
     And cold like stone;
For whom the unfailing light
     Is spent and done;

For whom no more the breath
     Of dawn, nor evenfall
Nor Spring, nor love, nor death
     Matter at all;

Who were so strong and young
     And brave and wise,
And on the dark are flung
     With darkened eyes;

Who roystered and caroused
     But yesterday,
And now are dumbly housed
     In stranger clay;

Who valiantly led,
     Who followed valiantly,
Who knew no touch of dread
     Of that which was to be;

Children that were as nought
     Ere ye were tried,
How have ye dared and fought,
     Triumphed and died!

Yea, it is very sweet
     And decorous
The omnipotent Shade to meet
     And flatter thus.