John McCrae

(30 November 1872 – 28 January 1918 / Guelph, Ontario)

John McCrae Poems

1. In Flanders Field 1/3/2003
2. Anarchy 12/31/2002
3. The Hope Of My Heart 12/31/2002
4. The Anxious Dead 12/31/2002
5. A Song Of Comfort 12/31/2002
6. The Shadow Of The Cross 12/31/2002
7. Disarmament 12/31/2002
8. Eventide 12/31/2002
9. Recompense 12/31/2002
10. In Due Season 12/31/2002
11. Slumber Songs 12/31/2002
12. Equality 12/31/2002
13. Mine Host 12/31/2002
14. Isandlwana 12/31/2002
15. The Dying Of Pere Pierre 12/31/2002
16. The Harvest Of The Sea 12/31/2002
17. The Captain 12/31/2002
18. The Dead Master 12/31/2002
19. Penance 12/31/2002
20. The Night Cometh 12/31/2002
21. Quebec 12/31/2002
22. The Oldest Drama 12/31/2002
23. The Pilgrims 12/31/2002
24. The Song Of The Derelict 12/31/2002
25. Unsolved 12/31/2002
26. The Warrior 12/31/2002
27. The Unconquered Dead 12/31/2002
28. Then And Now 12/31/2002
29. Upon Watts' Picture Sic Transit 1/3/2003
Best Poem of John McCrae

In Flanders Field

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

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Slumber Songs

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Sleep, little eyes
That brim with childish tears amid thy play,
Be comforted! No grief of night can weigh
Against the joys that throng thy coming day.

Sleep, little heart!
There is no place in Slumberland for tears:

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