FOR us, the dead, though young, For us, who fought and bled, Let a last song be sung, And a last word be said! Dreams, hopes, and high desires, That leaven and uplift, On sacrificial fires We offered as a gift. We gave, and gave our all, In gladness, though in pain; Let not a whisper fall That we have died in vain! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MAID'S LAMENT; ELIZABETHAN by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR SHE CAME AND WENT by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 3. TO THE CUCKOO by MARK AKENSIDE THE EXILE by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA FEARS AND SCRUPLES by ROBERT BROWNING ALLAH IS WITH THE PATIENT by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR |