I THINK I hear them stirring there, today, Who have lain still So long, so long, beside the Aisne and Aire, On Verdun hill. I think I hear them whispering, today, The young, the brave, The gallant and the gay—unmurmuring long, There in the grave. I think I hear them sighing there, today— They sigh for all The glory and the wonder that was life— Beyond recall! I think that their young eyes are wistfully On us who go So gayly to our sports, this holiday ... @3I think they know!@1 I think that they are listening today ... @3I feel them near!@1 Our orators declaim—they answer back, "Why lie we here?" Across the fleet, forgetting years it comes, Today—their cry, "O World, O World, if it was all in vain, Why did we die?" Above the earth's enduring hates, they ask, "Was it—for this?" @3I think they are remembering, this day Of Armistice!@1 And oh, I think I hear them weeping there Who should be sleeping ... A plaintive thing—to hear across the world The young dead weeping! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MONADNOC by RALPH WALDO EMERSON VAIN TEARS, FR. THE QUEEN OF CORINTH by JOHN FLETCHER THE BROOKSIDE by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES A LONDON FETE by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE KNEE-DEEP IN JUNE by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY TIPPERARY: 3. AS THE INTERLINEARS MIGHT TAKE IT FROM XENOPHON by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |