Classic and Contemporary Poetry
OUR DEAD, OVERSEAS, by EDWARD ARCHIBALD MARKHAM First Line: In italy, in belgium, in france Last Line: Something that swings the spirit to a star. Alternate Author Name(s): Markham, E. A. Subject(s): Cemeteries; Death; World War I - United States; Graveyards; Dead, The | ||||||||
IN ITALY, in Belgium, in France, They sleep ensphered in glorious circumstance. With high heroic heart They did their valiant part. They gave the flower-like glory of their youth To lie in heaps abhorrent and uncouth. For us they gave their life to its last breath For us they plunged on into the gulf of death. They turned from these bright skies To lie with dust and silence on their eyes. Yet they have wages that we know not of Wages of honor and immortal love. For they went down only to live again In the eternal memory of men To be warm pulse-beats in the greatening soul That drives the blind world onward to her goal. They are not dead: life's flag is never furled: They passed from world to world. Their bodies sleep; but in some nobler land Their spirits march under a new command; New joys await them there In hero heavens wrapt in immortal air. Rejoice for them, rejoice: They made the nobler choice. How shall we honor their deed How speak our praise of this immortal breed? Only by living nobly, as they died Toiling for truth denied, Loyal to something bigger than we are Something that swings the spirit to a star. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRIEND KILLED IN THE WAR by ANTHONY HECHT FOR JAMES MERRILL: AN ADIEU by ANTHONY HECHT TARANTULA: OR THE DANCE OF DEATH by ANTHONY HECHT CHAMPS D?ÇÖHONNEUR by ERNEST HEMINGWAY NOTE TO REALITY by TONY HOAGLAND DINOSAUR NATIONAL by KAREN SWENSON |
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