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THE FALLEN

THE FALLEN SUBALTERN

THE starshells float above, the bayonets glisten;
 We bear our fallen friend without a sound;
Below the waiting legions lie and listen
 To us, who march upon their burial ground.


Wound in the flag of England here, we lay him;
 The guns will flash and thunder o'er the grave;
What other winding sheet should now array him,
 What other music should salute the brave?


As goes the Sun-god in his chariot glorious,
 When all his golden banners are unfurled,
So goes the soldier, fallen but victorious,
 And leaves behind a twilight in the world.


And those who come this way, in days hereafter,
 Will know that here a boy for England fell,
Who looked at danger with the eyes of laughter,
 And on the charge his days were ended well.


One last salute; the bayonets clash and glisten;
 With arms reversed we go without a sound:
One more has joined the men who lie and listen
 To us, who march upon their burial-ground.

1915.
 


LAMENT

WE who are left, how shall we look again
Happily on the sun, or feel the rain,
Without remembering how they who went
Ungrudgingly and spent
Their all for us, loved, too, the sun and rain?


A bird among the rain wet lilac sings—
But we, how shall we turn to little things
And listen to the birds and winds and streams
Made holy by their dreams,
Nor feel the heart-break in the heart of things?