The grass shall never forget this grave. When homeward footing it in the sun After the weary ride by rail, The stripling soldiers passed her door, Wounded perchance, or wan and pale, She left her household work undone -- Duly the wayside table spread, With evergreens shaded, to regale Each travel-spent and grateful one. So warm her heart -- childless -- unwed, Who like a mother comforted. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EARLY MORNING by HILAIRE BELLOC THE COMING AMERICAN by SAM WALTER FOSS THE WAY THROUGH THE WOODS by RUDYARD KIPLING A PRIZE RIDDLE ON HERSELF WHEN 24 by ELIZABETH FRANCES AMHERST FOUR SONNETS: 3 by FRANK DAVIS ASHBURN |