Farewell to a name and a number
Recalled again
To darkness and silence and slumber
In blood and pain.
So ceases and turns to the thing
He was born to be
A soldier cheap to the King
And dear to me;
So smothers in blood the burning
And flaming flight
Of valour and truth returning
To dust and night.
More verses by Alfred Edward Housman
- Xv: 'Tis Five Years Since, An End Said I
- When The Eye Of Day Is Shut
- Xix: The Mill Stream Now That Noises Cease
- Xii: An Epitaph
- Xxviii: Now Dreary Dawns The Eastern Light