Requiem <br /> <br />Pour out your light, O stars, and do not hold <br />Your loveliest shining from earth’s outworn shell <br />Pure and cold your radiance – pure and cold <br />My dead friends face as well. <br /> <br />Requiem <br /> <br />Pour out your bounty moon of radiant shining <br />On all this shattered flesh, on all these quiet forms; <br />For these were slain, so quiet still reclining <br />In the noblest cause was ever waged with arms.<br /><br />Ivor Gurney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/requiem-33/
