The Great War

from Great Poems of the World War, an electronic edition

They Shall Return

THEY shall return when the wars are over,

When battles are memories dim and far;

Where guns now stand shall be corn and clover,

Flowers shall bloom where the blood-drops are.

They shall return with laughing faces,

Limbs that are lithe and hearts new-born;

Yea, we shall see them in old home-places,

Lovelier yet in the light of morn.