It is not death <br />Without hereafter <br />To one in dearth <br />Of life and its laughter, <br /> <br />Nor the sweet murder <br />Dealt slow and even <br />Unto the martyr <br />Smiling at heaven: <br /> <br />It is the smile <br />Faint as a (waning) myth, <br />Faint, and exceeding small <br />On a boy's murdered mouth.<br /><br />Wilfred Owen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-young-soldier/
