by John William Streets
Those whom I've known, admired, ardently friended
Lie silent there wrapp'd in a soldier's shroud;
Death broke their dreams, their aspirations ended,
These sanguine youth, noble, brave and proud.
Slowly they bear them 'neath the dim star light
Unto their rest – the soldiers' cemetery:
The chaplain chants a low, brief litany;
The nightingale flings rapture on the night.
Back to their Mother Earth this night return
Unnumbered youth along the far–flung line;
But 'tis for these my eyes with feeling burn,
That Memory doth erect a fadeless shrine –
For these I've known, admired, ardently friended
Stood by when Death their love, their youth swift ended.