Sunday WW1 Remembered...

Continuing my Spring Inspired WW1 Poetry 

A Girl's Song by Katharine Tynan

The Meuse and Marne have little waves;

The slender poplars o'er them lean.

One day they will forget the graves

That give the grass its living green.

Some brown French girl the rose will wear

That springs above his comely head;

Will twine it in her russet hair,

Nor wonder why it is so red.

His blood is in the rose's veins,

His hair is in the yellow corn.

My grief is in the weeping rains

And in the keening wind forlorn.

Flow softly, softly, Marne and Meuse;

Tread lightly all ye browsing sheep;

Fall tenderly, O silver dews,

For here my dear Love lies asleep.

The earth is on his sealèd eyes,

The beauty marred that was my pride;

Would I were lying where he lies,

And sleeping sweetly by his side!

The Spring will come by Meuse and Marne,

The birds be blithesome in the tree.

I heap the stones to make his cairn

Where many sleep as sound as he.

Katharine Tynan (18861-1931) was an Irish  writer and poet.

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