<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="center" class="head">DEDICATION. <br xmlns:exist="http://exist.sourceforge.net/NS/exist" xmlns:html="http://www.w3.org/TR/REC-html40"/><span class="smallcaps">To the Memory of Rupert Brooke</span></h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line">BUILD his memorial where young flowers and fair,</p><p class="line">Not hoary yews, may wreathe the statue's plinth!</p><p class="line">Apollo, kissing, killed him unaware,</p><p class="line">But with the fate the fragrance he shall share of stricken Hyacinth.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Here, therefore, let the mourning Muses strew</p><p class="line">Amaranth and asphodel on his repose:</p><p class="line">Above all, let this England which he knew</p><p class="line">So well that he could die for her, bring rue </p><p class="line">And rosemary and rose.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Waft him, all winds, the scent of English earth!</p><p class="line">Let the wood's whisper and the wood-flower's breath</p><p class="line">Find, fresh as rain amid the desert's dearth, </p><p class="line">The heart that seemed April's appropriate birth;</p><p class="line">Sealed April's, too, in death</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Deaf to the roar of battle, yet shall he</p><p class="line">Hear what the grass says when a light breeze stirs ....</p><p class="line">Mothers of men, that men may still be free, </p><p class="line">Yield now their sons-Chief Poet, own and see </p><p class="line">That Song has spared not hers!</p></div><p class="byline">S. GERTRUDE FORD.</p></body></html> · Great War