<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="center" class="head">Soldiers at Peace</h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Mourn not for these, the children of the spring :</p><p class="line">On Flemish plains and far Aegean sand,</p><p class="line">Mourn not for these, who had no perishing !</p><p class="line">Hang high their swords in churches greatly spanned !</p><p class="line">Whose deeds have spoken so, beyond our tears,</p><p class="line">Their spirits live, needing no other voice</p><p class="line">Above the dimming valley of the years</p><p class="line">They live anew, immortal by their choice.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">The soldiers' peace of their imagining</p><p class="line">has fallen here. The whirling leaves are still:</p><p class="line">Deep in the shadow of the rainwashed hill,</p><p class="line">A lustre and a quietude art shed,</p><p class="line">When all the valley streams are glimmering,</p><p class="line">And the moon swims from the storm-wrack overhead.</p></div></body></html> · Great War