For the Fallen 11.11.13 Get link Facebook Twitter Pinterest Google+ Email Other Apps 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 poetry Remembrance Day Get link Facebook Twitter Pinterest Google+ Email Other Apps Comments Sue12:30 pm GMTWe will remember - we must.ReplyDeleteRobyn12:50 pm GMTA very moving post. Thank you. ReplyDeleteLinnet In Oriel12:54 pm GMTBeautiful. Thank-you.Shauna. xReplyDeleteAmy at love made my home1:02 pm GMTA very good reminder Sue.ReplyDeletejoanold1:26 pm GMTThank you. It never fails to touch my soul.ReplyDeleteLynne2:06 pm GMTThank 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.ReplyDeleteJennifer5:31 pm GMTThank you for the reminder.ReplyDeleteToffeeapple6:53 pm GMTThank you Sue. I managed to make my mark of respect this morning..ReplyDeletePati from London6:57 pm GMTBeautiful, Sue...... Pati xxReplyDeleteKari9:40 pm GMTThank 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.ReplyDeleteAnnie @ knitsofacto2:11 pm GMTI'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 :)ReplyDeleteSwallow Barn11:24 am GMTso poignantReplyDeletePenelope Beaumont10:45 am GMTI 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.ReplyDeleteAdd commentLoad more... New comments are not allowed.