You are dead- You, the kindly, courteous, You whom we loved, You who harmed no man Yet were brave to death And died that other men might live. Far purer, braver lips than mine should praise you, Far nobler hands than mine record your loss, Yet since your courteous high valour scorned no man, I, who but loved you from the depths, can greet you, Salute your grave and murmur, "Brother, Hail and farewell! You are dead." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ADAM AND HIS FATHER by KAREN SWENSON LONDON SNOW by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE SHEPHERDESS by ALICE MEYNELL OPPORTUNITY by EDWARD ROWLAND SILL THE LOST CHILD by ST. CLAIR ADAMS QUATRAIN: OMAR KHAYYAM (AFTER FITZGERALD) by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |