Sleep well, heroic souls, in silence sleep, Lapped in the circling arms of kindly death! No ill can vex your slumbers, no foul breath Of slander, hate, derision mar the deep Repose that holds you close. Your kinsmen reap The harvest you have sown, while each man saith "So would I choose, when danger threateneth, Let my death be as theirs." We dare not weep. For you have scaled the starry heights of fame, Nor ever shrunk from peril and distress In fight undaunted for the conqueror's prize; Therefore your death, engirt with loveliness Of simple service done for England's name, Shall shine like beacon-stars of sacrifice. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MAY AND DEATH by ROBERT BROWNING UNDER THE OAK by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE THE JACOBITE ON TOWER HILL by GEORGE WALTER THORNBURY THE MISTRESS; A SONG by JOHN WILMOT IN ENVY OF COWS by JOSEPH AUSLANDER EN PASSANT by EDITH COURTENAY BABBITT |