TO THE FORGOTTEN DEAD
by: Margaret L. Woods (1856-?)
- O the forgotten dead,
- Come, let us drink in silence ere we part.
- To every fervent yet resolvèd heart
- That brought its tameless passion and its tears,
- Renunciation and laborious years,
- To lay the deep foundations of our race,
- To rear its stately fabric overhead
- And light its pinnacles with golden grace.
- To the unhonoured dead.
- To the forgotten dead,
- Whose dauntless hands were stretched to grasp the rein
- Of Fate and hurl into the void again
- Her thunder-hoofèd horses, rushing blind
- Earthward along the courses of the wind.
- Among the stars, along the wind in vain
- Their souls were scattered and their blood was shed,
- And nothing, nothing of them doth remain.
- To the thrice-perished dead.
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|"To the Forgotten Dead" is reprinted from Poems of Today. London: Sidgwick & Jackson, Ltd., 1921.