For thee the birds shall never sing again, <br />Nor fresh green leaves come out upon the tree, <br />The brook shall no more murmur the refrain <br />For thee. <br /> <br />Thou liest underneath the windswept lea, <br />Thou dreamest not of pleasure or of pain, <br />Thou dreadest no to-morrow that shall be. <br /> <br />Deep rest is thine, unbroken by the rain, <br />Ay, or the thunder. Brother, canst thou see <br />The tears that night and morning fall in vain <br />For thee?<br /><br />Robert Fuller Murray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/requiem-5/
