Spring's First Conviction Is A Wealth Beyond

Death Is A Supple Suitor, That Wins At Last. It Is A Stealthy Wooing; Conducted First By Pallid Innuendos And Dim Approach, But Brave At Last With Bugles.

Saying Nothing... Sometimes Says The Most.

After A Hundred Years Nobody Knows The Place, Agony, That Enacted There, Motionless As Peace.

Not One Of All The Purple Host Who Took The Flag To-day Can Tell The Definition So Clear Of Victory, As He, Defeated, Dying, On Whose Forbidden Ear The Distant Strains Of Triumph Break Agonized And Clear.

Afraid? Of Whom Am I Afraid? Not Death. For Who Is He?