Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, PEACE (NOVEMBER 11, 1918), by GRETCHEN OSGOOD WARREN


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PEACE (NOVEMBER 11, 1918), by                    
First Line: Peace, battle-worn and starved, and gaunt and pale
Last Line: Yea, peace, while worlds endure, will sing their requiem.
Subject(s): Holidays; Peace; Veterans Day; World War I; First World War


PEACE, battle-worn and starved, and gaunt and pale
Rises like mist upon a storm-swept shore.
Rises from out the blood-stained fields and bows her head,
Blessing the passionate dead
Who gladly died that she might live forevermore.

Unheeding generations come and go,
And careless men and women will forget,
Caught in the whirling loom. Who tapestried To-day
Flings Yesterday away,
And covers up the crimsoned West whose sun has set.

But faithful ghosts, like shepherds, will return
To call the flocking shades and break with them
Love-bread, and Peace will strain them to her breast, and weep,
And deathless vigil keep.
Yea, Peace, while worlds endure, will sing their requiem.





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