These there were, who lost their everything.
Gave all! And left the earth a vaster sphere
In memories: a song or two to sing,
Some takes to tell, some thoughts to think,
more near
To humanness by death, and blood of death
Than life itself, which in the passing hence
Enriched the world with an awakened breath,
And fled no longer nameless form the sense.
-Twas not the shed of blood, but fearless mirth
that set a wondrous pattern to the earth.
And these,, - within a corner that is theirs,
Are laid in smiling peace - a rich content.
The pain has been - the glory is. Old cares
Have dropped, and left no drooping wonder -
ment.
The Dead
Leon Gellert
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Poem topics: breath, life, lost, pain, peace, song, world, sense, corner, sphere, death, earth, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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