HE was a boy of April beauty; one Who had not tried the world; who, while the sun Flamed yet upon the eastern sky, was done. Time would have brought him in her patient ways -- So his young beauty spoke -- to prosperous days, To fulness of authority and praise. He would not wait so long. A boy, he spent His boy's dear life for England. Be content: No honour of age had been more excellent. Note. Lieutenant S.G. Ridley, Royal Flying Corps, sacrificed his life in the Egyptian desert in an attempt to save a comrade. He was twenty years of age. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COUNTRY SUMMER by LEONIE ADAMS THE DYING CHRISTIAN TO HIS SOUL by PUBLIUS AELIUS HADRIANUS ON THE DEATH OF THE PRINCESS CHARLOTTE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD OF A WINNOWER OF WHEAT TO THE WINDS by JOACHIM DU BELLAY TO THE MOON by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD MAXIMS FOR THE OLD HOUSE: THE KEEPING-ROOM by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH THE SCHOOL FOR SATIRE by SOPHIA (RAYMOND) BURRELL CALIFORNIA COAST by DORIS CALDWELL JACOB'S DREAM; FROM A PICTURE BY WASHINGTON ALLSTON by GEORGE CROLY |