OUT of the noise of tired people working, Harried with thoughts of war and lists of dead, His beauty met me like a fresh wind blowing, Clean boyish beauty and high-held head. Eyes that told secrets, lips that would not tell them, Fearless and shy the young unwearied eyes- Men die by millions now, because God blunders, Yet to have made this boy he must be wise | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 58. AL-MUHSI by EDWIN ARNOLD A PRAYER FOR LOVE by ELSA BARKER HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 13 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH KING EDWARD VII by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB THE OUTCAST MOTHER by EMILY JANE BRONTE |