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.
"To the Forgotten Dead" is reprinted from Poems of Today. London: Sidgwick & Jackson, Ltd., 1921.

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