The lad who went to Flanders— Otterburn, Otterburn— The lad who went to Flanders And never will return,— Though low he lies in Flanders, Beneath the Flemish mud, He hears through all his dreaming The Otterburn in flood. And though there be in Flanders No clear and singing streams, The Otterburn runs singing Of summer through his dreams. And when peace comes to Flanders, Because it comes too late, He'll still lie there, and listen To the Otterburn in spate— The lad who went to Flanders— Otterburn, Otterburn— The lad who went to Flanders, And never will return. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DAWN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON BUT NOT TO ME by SARA TEASDALE THE PHILOSOPHER TOAD by REBECCA S. REED NICHOLS THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 53. WITHOUT HER by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE FIRST DANDELION by WALT WHITMAN SONNET: A PREACHER by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |