Ten years; but what are years to the dead Who lie beneath conquested soil, At rest, at peace, from bloody toil? Ten years since these have followed and led The charge of steel against a foe Who met and gave them blow for blow. Ten years have thousands slept in a bed Of priceless earth that once was France, But now a world's inheritance. Ten years; but what are years to these dead? For them no love, no sun, no stars; But glory and bemedaled scars! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WRITTEN IN NORTHAMPTON COUNTY ASYLUM by JOHN CLARE TELL'S BIRTHPLACE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE DOLCINO TO MARGARET by CHARLES KINGSLEY TO A BLOCKHEAD by ALEXANDER POPE MEDITATION AT KEW by ANNA WICKHAM |