For the Fallen
Laurence Binyon
1869 to 1943
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They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;
To the end, to the end, they remain.
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
They sleep beyond England's foam.
They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
There is music in the midst of desolation
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
They fell with their faces to the foe.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
Fallen in the cause of the free.
As the stars are known to the Night;
But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
And a glory that shines upon our tears.
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
We will remember them.
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,