Sleep, in this forest plot, Unknown for ever. Though France forgetteth not Your last endeavour, Your own shall find the spot Never, ah, never! Sun on the forest wide, But not for your seeing, Nor how down each green ride Red deer go fleeing. Bright youth, a martyr, died, France, in thy freeing. Boyhood's scarce conscious breath Cheerfully given— None to record each death, How each had striven— Greater love no man hath This side of Heaven. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FRAGMENTARY BLUE by ROBERT FROST ELIOT'S OAK; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE SUPPLIANTS: THE WORLD'S HARMONIOUS PLAN by AESCHYLUS ONE WOMAN by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE DEBT UNPAYABLE by FRANCIS WILLIAM BOURDILLON YEAR AFTER YEAR; A LOVE SONG by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK |