The Great War

from Great Poems of the World War, an electronic edition

Edith Cavell

ON law and love and mercy

Was laid the German curse

When to her execution

Was led the British nurse.

In brutal might they thought her

Of help and friendship shorn;

John Brown, Jeanne d'Arc, all martyrs,

Companioned her that morn.

A harmless, tender woman,

They took her to her doom;

A dread, resistless spirit

She rises from the tomb.

Still Germany shall fear her,

For since that bloody dawn

Through all the earth that trembles

Her soul goes marching on!