Poems by Isaac Rosenberg/The Dead Heroes
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THE DEAD HEROES
Flame out, you glorious skies,
Welcome our brave;
Kiss their exultant eyes;
Give what they gave.
Flash, mailed seraphim,
Your burning spears;
New days to outflame their dim
Heroic years.
Thrills their baptismal tread
The bright proud air;
The embattled plumes outspread
Burn upwards there.
Flame out, flame out, O Song!
Star ring to star;
Strong as our hurt is strong
Our children are.
Their blood is England's heart;
By their dead hands
It is their noble part
That England stands.
England—Time gave them thee;
They gave back this
To win Eternity
And claim God's kiss.