<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="center" class="head">"The Poet of the Foreign Legion"</h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Lo! he is gone; star-crowned and clean of tears,</p><p class="line">With Fame's immortal blossoms on his hair.</p><p class="line">He met Death's kiss; tonight the fields are fair</p><p class="line">In peace-lit Avalon where poets rest,</p><p class="line">And he is latest guest.</p><p class="line">Young Keats is with him -- silver fountains play</p><p class="line">A tender threnody for men of earth</p><p class="line">Whose eyes are sealed with darkness, and whose birth</p><p class="line">Foreshadows pain and grief and deep despair,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:6%">Yea, everywhere.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Scatter ye roses -- skyey trophies bring,</p><p class="line">And let the night be shattered with your cheers</p><p class="line">For him whose sacrifice outlives the years;</p><p class="line">The seeds of whose proud songs</p><p class="line">Shall work to right Earth's federated wrongs,</p><p class="line">By flowering to a mighty harvesting.</p><p class="line">Song wed to Chivalry and twined with Love</p><p class="line">Of Liberty that sheds a sacred flame,</p><p class="line">Enshrines his mem'ry bright as stars above,</p><p class="line">And glorifies his name.</p></div><p class="byline">-- J. Corson Miller.<br xmlns:exist="http://exist.sourceforge.net/NS/exist" xmlns:html="http://www.w3.org/TR/REC-html40"/> New York Times. </p></body></html> · Great War