I know a lone spot on the Arras road Where I shall hardly bear to walk again For fear of waking those great souls I loved Who struggled to a death of piteous pain. Ah! I should hear their laughter on the way, And round my heart their boyish sighs would creep; Till I must long to leave the rushing world And steal away to join them in their sleep. For only they who tread the tortured path Of those torn roads where swaying poplars sigh, Can dream how God could give no greater bliss Than this hushed peace beneath the sad French sky. I know a lone spot on the Arras road That murmurs with the moan of Memory's pain. And I should grieve my heart with stifled sobs If I could bear to walk that road again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REPORT OF AN ADJUDGED CASE, NOT TO BE FOUND IN ANY BOOKS by WILLIAM COWPER BILLY, HE'S IN TROUBLE by JAMES BARTON ADAMS THE CITY by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE NEW YEAR'S EVE, 1913 by GORDON BOTTOMLEY MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE OF THE EARL OF SOMERSET: MASQUERS SECOND DANCE by THOMAS CAMPION |