Captain Patrick Tobin, R.D.F. Suvla, August 15th, 1915 <br /> <br /> <br />Ever his eyes are fixed on a glorious sight. <br />A boy is leading, calls his men to come on: <br />Light as a deer he leaps, slender and bright, <br />Up the hill, irresistible: it is won! <br /> <br />Ever he sees the boy against the sky, <br />A slender Victory, light on his golden head. <br />Hardly the down on his lip he hath leaped so high, <br />His name is writ among the undying Dead. <br /> <br />Captain at one-and-twenty! Much was to come, <br />Great things yet to be done, heights to be scaled; <br />Love and comradeship, all fruition of bloom. <br />He has attained to the highest. Not he who failed! <br /> <br />The mother weeps her boy who comes not again. <br />The Father sees him, splendid and laughing still, <br />Leaping like a young deer, calling his men. <br />The glory dazzles! The boy's keeping the hill!<br /><br />Katharine Tynan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-father-4/
