(Brisbane) <br /> <br />'A little Soldier of the Army of the Night' <br />BURY him without a word! <br />No appeal to death; <br />Only the call of the bird <br />And the blind spring's breath. <br />Nature slays ten, yet the one <br />Reaches but to a part <br />Of what's to be done, to be sung. <br />Keep we a proud heart! <br />Let us not glose her waste <br />With lies and dreams; <br />Fawn on her wanton haste, <br />Say it but seems. <br />Comrades, with faces unstirred, <br />Scorning grief's dole, <br />Though with him, with him lies interred <br />Our heart and soul, <br />Bury him without a word! <br />No appeal to death; <br />Only the call of the bird <br />And the blind spring's breath.<br /><br />Francis William Lauderdale Adams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dirge-22/
