Behind that long and lonely trenchèd line <br />To which men come and go, where brave men die, <br />There is a yet unmarked and unknown shrine, <br />A broken plot, a soldiers' cemet'ry. <br /> <br />There lie the flower of Youth, the men who scorned <br />To live (so died) when languished liberty: <br />Across their graves, flowerless and unadorned, <br />Still scream the shells of each artillery. <br /> <br />When war shall cease this lonely, unknown spot <br />Of many a pilgrimage will be the end, <br />And flowers will bloom in this now barren plot <br />And fame upon it through the years descend- <br />But many a heart upon each simple cross <br />Will hang the grief, the memory of its loss.<br /><br />John William Streets<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-soldiers-cemetary/
