How will it seem when Peace comes back once more, After these desperate days of shattering pain? How will it be with all of us again, When hushed forever is the thunder of War? There still are primroses by many a shore; And still there bloom, in many a lovely lane, Hawthorn and lilacs; and the roses' stain Is red against full many a garden door. O days to be! O honeyed nights of sleep, When the white moon shall mount the quiet sky! Shall we be wholly happy when buds creep, Remembering those who dared to bleed and die? Can we be glad again? Nay, we shall weep For those who told this sad, glad world goodbye. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A STORM IN THE DISTANCE (AMONG THE GEORGIAN HILLS) by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE WHY TELL? by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB THE DAY; NOVEMBER 11, 1918 by WITTER BYNNER THE HEART OF GOLD by WITTER BYNNER VERSES: THE SEVENTH BOY by JOHN BYROM |