Sunday 20 December 2015

Sunday WW1 Poet...



Over the four weeks of December I will feature some of the Christmas poems of WW1.









The Fallen

by

Diana Gurney



Shall we not lay our holly wreath

Here at the foot of this high cross?

We do not know, perhaps a breath

Of our remembering may come

To them at last where they are sleeping,

They are quiet, they are dumb,

No more of mirth, no more of weeping,

Silent Christmas they are keeping;

Ours the sorrow, ours the loss.




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