SLEEP, sleep, dear heart! Your orders all are taken, Your men salute, and, silent, turn away. War claims no more. The bugles shall not waken Your quiet eyes to face the iron day. You sleep with those to whom great peace is given, Those who surrendered that their cause be won. O! Let me kneel until I too be shriven; Your tasks are ended; mine are still undone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE SHADOWS: 20 by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861) ON SENESIS' MUMMY by LEONIE ADAMS |