For the Fallen




WITH proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.


Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal        
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.


They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.        
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;
They fell with their faces to the foe.


They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning        
We will remember them.


They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time
They sleep beyond England’s foam.        


But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;


As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,        
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.

Laurence Binyon 1914

Comments

  1. We will remember - we must.

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  2. A very moving post. Thank you.

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  3. Beautiful. Thank-you.
    Shauna. x

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  4. Thank you. It never fails to touch my soul.

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  5. Thank you Sue. I have read such an astonishing amount of balderdash this year about poppy-wearing it has left me quite enraged at the spite and ignorance of some people. But I wore mine with pride, remembering comes easy.

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  6. Thank you for the reminder.

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  7. Thank you Sue. I managed to make my mark of respect this morning..

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  8. Beautiful, Sue...... Pati xx

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  9. Thank you for always honouring the day, Sue. Despite the cynicism prevalent today, I was cheered to see a large crowd of people at our local Remembrance Day Ceremony this morning. One of the things I like about you is that you always mark the seasons and festivals and other occasions of the year.

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  10. I'm late with my comment here, but how lovely to see the whole poem, few people seem to know it all I find. And what an incredible poppy field image :)

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  11. I agree with Annie, it is good to read the complete poem. We should never forget the horror of war, the people who gave their lives; or the ones who came home mentally scarred. There is nothing glorious in that. The poppy is a gentle reminder.

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