She triumphs, in the vivid green <br />Where sun and quivering foliage meet; <br />And in each soldier’s heart serene; <br />When death stood near them they have seen <br />The radiant forests where her feet <br />Move on a breeze of silver sheen. <br /> <br />And they are fortunate, who fight <br />For gleaming landscapes swept and shafted <br />And crowned by cloud pavilions white; <br />Hearing such harmonies as might <br />Only from Heaven be downward wafted— <br />Voices of victory and delight.<br /><br />Siegfried Sassoon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/france/
