<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=38077" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>For the Fallen</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,<br>England mourns for her dead across the sea.<br>Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,<br>Fallen in the cause of the free.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal<br>Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres.<br>There is music in the midst of desolation<br>And a glory that shines upon our tears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They went with songs to the battle, they were young,<br>Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.<br>They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;<br>They fell with their faces to the foe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old,<br>Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.<br>At the going down of the sun and in the morning<br>We will remember them.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They mingle not with laughing comrades again;<br>They sit no more at familiar tables of home;<br>They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;<br>They sleep beyond England's foam.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But where our desires are and our hopes profound,<br>Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,<br>To the innermost heart of their own land they are known<br>As the stars are known to the Night;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,<br>Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;<br>As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,<br>To the end, to the end, they remain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Laurence+Binyon">Laurence Binyon</a> from <i>The Times</i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=38077" data-title="For the Fallen de Laurence Binyon" data-description="With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,/England mourns for her dead across the sea./Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,/Fallen in the cause of the free./Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal/Sings sorrow up in..."></div> </div> </div>

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