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The Fiery Cross: An Anthology of War Poems, an electronic edition

by Mabel C. Edwards and Mary Booth, eds. [Edwards, Mabel C. and Booth, Mary]

date: [1915]
source publisher: [Grant Richards Ltd.]
collections: World War I, Early 20th Century Literature

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The Tirailleur

HE was so young to die--
Ah; these are catchwords now
When Death sucks red lips white
Yet laurel-crowns the brow!

The while we slaked his thirst
Around us night-flies sang,
Why did we wish him life?
Why did we feel a pang?

He lived the night, to dawn,
And all the hot day through
The fever lit his eyes,
His limbs no resting knew.

"Je pars tout seul," he said.
Yet radiance on his face
Bespoke him radiant dreams
Veiled in eternal grace.

The hour he died, a moth
With golden quivering wings
Upon his pillow poised,
And whispered lovely things

To his dear fluttering soul--
Of brothers at his side,
And comrades crying "Haste,
The boat is on the tide "--

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Till with the setting sun
Outward his spirit leapt--
In calm the moon arose,
Only the Sister wept.