BEYOND the calumny and wrong, Beyond the clamour and the throng, Beyond the praise and triumph-song He passed. Beyond the scandal and the doubt, The fear within, the fight without, The turmoil and the battle-shout He sleeps. The world for him was not so sweet That he should grieve to stay his feet Where youth and manhood's highways meet, And die. For every child a mother's breast, For every bird a guarded nest; For him alone was found no rest But this. Beneath the flight of happy hours, Beneath the withering of the flowers In folds of peace more sure than ours He lies. A night no glaring dawn shall break, A sleep no cruel voice shall wake, An heritage that none can take Are his. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON DEATH, WITHOUT EXAGGERATION by WISLAWA SZYMBORSKA MARRIAGE A LA MODE: SONG by JOHN DRYDEN THE TEMPEST: PROLOGUE by JOHN DRYDEN ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 49 by PHILIP SIDNEY A BALLAD OF DEATH by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE LITTLE BOATIE'; A SLUMBER SONG FOR THE FISHERMAN'S CHILD by HENRY VAN DYKE |