Dear, we might have known you were <br />To die young--and were we blind <br />To the light on face and hair? <br />Dear, so simple and so kind. <br /> <br />You were clean as your own sword <br />And as straight too and steel true. <br />In the Army of the Lord <br />What promotion waits for you! <br /> <br />I can see you where you stand, <br />Knightly soul, so clean, so brave. <br />With a new sword in your hand <br />Where the lilied banners wave. <br /> <br />Flower of simple chivalry, <br />Marked for honour and for grace; <br />It was very plain to see <br />The clear shining of your face. <br /> <br />You are gone now: it's turned cold: <br />Very good you were and dear. <br />Wear the looks you wore of old <br />When we meet,--some other year.<br /><br />Katharine Tynan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-predestined/
