FOR oh, when the war will be over We'll go and we'll look for our dead; We'll go when the bee's on the clover, And the plume of the poppy is red: We'll go when the year's at its gayest, When meadows are laughing with flow'rs; And there where the crosses are greyest, We'll seek for the cross that is ours. For they cry to us: @3Friends, we are lonely, A-weary the night and the day; But come in the blossom-time only, Come when our graves will be gay: When daffodils all are a-blowing, And larks are a-thrilling the skies, Oh, come with the hearts of you glowing, And the joy of the Spring in your eyes.@1 @3But never, oh, never come sighing, For ours was the Splendid Release; And oh, but 'twas joy in the dying To know we were winning you Peace! So come when the valleys are sheening, And fledged with the promise of grain; And here where our graves will be greening, Just smile and be happy again.@1 And so, when the war will be over, We'll seek for the Wonderful One; And maiden will look for her lover, And mother will look for her son; And there will be end to our grieving, And gladness will gleam over loss, As -- glory beyond all believing! We point . . . to a name on a cross. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON COMMUNISTS; EPIGRAM by EBENEZER ELLIOTT WHAT OF THE DARKNESS?; TO THE HAPPY DEAD PEOPLE by RICHARD THOMAS LE GALLIENNE AMORETTI: 15 by EDMUND SPENSER NO PLEDGES by FLORA J. ARNSTEIN WALT WHITMAN by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) SPRING COURAGE by MADELINE BENEDICT A DESCRIPTIVE POEM, ADDRESSED TO TWO LADIES, SELECTION by JOHN DALTON |