The Grave Poem by Edward Lewis Davison
The Grave
Neither at dawn nor evening
Though legions camp hereby
Shall braying trumpets arouse him
To hear their battle cry.
All through a thousand years of sleep
No louder an alarm
Than the soft bells of downland sheep
Has rung to do him harm.
And even that noise the kindly grass
Has muffled and shut away
Forever, because the soldier fell
Dreaming he'd rise some day
Quite sensational poem. When soldier is buried, most think that, that is the end of the story. No, it never ends like that. Fallen soldiers talk often louder. Thanks for the excellent poem. X
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 2:17:32 AM # 1.0.0.1119
To hear their battle cry! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.