The Great War

from A Crown of Amaranth, an electronic edition

A Grave in Flanders."
By the Marquess of Crewe.

HERE in the marshland, past the battered bridge,

One of a hundred grains untimely sown,

Here with his comrades of the hard-won ridge,

He rests, unknown.

His horoscope had seemed so plainly drawn:-

School triumphs, earned apace in work and play:

Friendships at will; then love's delightful dawn

And mellowing day;

Home fostering hope; some service to the State;

Benignant age; then the long tryst to keep

There in the yew-tree shadow congregate

His fathers sleep.

Was the one thing needful to distil

From life's alembic, through this holier fate,

The man's essential soul, the hero will?

We ask; and wait.

(The Harrovian)