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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO OUR DEAD, by WILLIAM LEONARD COURTNEY First Line: Sleep well, heroic souls, in silence sleep Last Line: Shall shine like beacon-stars of sacrifice. Subject(s): World War I - Casualties | |||
Sleep well, heroic souls, in silence sleep, Lapped in the circling arms of kindly death! No ill can vex your slumbers, no foul breath Of slander, hate, derision mar the deep Repose that holds you close. Your kinsmen reap The harvest you have sown, while each man saith "So would I choose, when danger threateneth, Let my death be as theirs." We dare not weep. For you have scaled the starry heights of fame, Nor ever shrunk from peril and distress In fight undaunted for the conqueror's prize; Therefore your death, engirt with loveliness Of simple service done for England's name, Shall shine like beacon-stars of sacrifice. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MORNING PAPER by KATHARINE LEE BATES FOR THE FALLEN (SEPTEMBER 1914) by LAURENCE BINYON TRAFALGAR SQUARE by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES 1914: 3. THE DEAD by RUPERT BROOKE 1914: 4. THE DEAD by RUPERT BROOKE BETWEEN THE LINES by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON RUPERT BROOKE by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON A WINTER NIGHT by SARA TEASDALE |
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