ON fields of France the violets are fair, The skylarks sing above the broad champaign; But where are they who walked and listened there, The hero-lads our spring finds not again? They leave to us who did not share the fight, The earth's expectancy of green delight. Nay! They have journeyed to a sweeter bourne, Where ghosts of all the garnered springs survive, With all earth-joys that never will return, And all the flowers that ever were alive; Where bird-songs that have echoed through the years Make harmony too sweet for mortal ears. Oh, what a radiant company are they! Forever one with all that's newly fair; Out of the heat and burden of the day, The blight of fall and winter's aged care. They are Youth's Gladness, ever blossoming Beyond the wistful limit of our spring! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...1914: 4. THE DEAD by RUPERT BROOKE PICTURES OF MEMORY by ALICE CARY THE BLACK RIDERS: 1 by STEPHEN CRANE EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 18. HARD TO BE PLEASED by PHILIP AYRES MY GHOSTS by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS SONNET: 1 by RICHARD BARNFIELD SONNET: HER WORST AND BEST by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |