Nay, nay, sweet England, do not grieve!
Not one of these poor men who died
But did within his soul believe
That death for thee was glorified.
Ever they watched it hovering near
That mystery 'yond thought to plumb,
Perchance sometimes in loathèd fear
They heard cold Danger whisper, Come! --
Heard and obeyed. O, if thou weep
Such courage and honour, beauty, care,
Be it for joy that those who sleep
Only thy joy could share.
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Comments1Just read this poem by Sir Walter de la Mare again after soo many years...wow. Takes me way back 2 when I was just a kiddo 👧❤️. His words are still as powerful 🕯️ and evocative as I remember. Truly captures the sacrifice, valiance, and love for one's country. Sir Walter de la Mare sure had a way with words! If you haven't stumbled upon his poems yet, I highly suggest checking them out. Literally poetry on another level. 📚👌#poetrylover