Colin F. Jones

ODE TO A LOST WAR POET

Tis when the pain at last subsides,
And heavenly dreams pervade the mind,
Where Gods deft gentleness resides
That death doth come so tranquil kind.
Oh! Soldier, soldier – go to sleep,
And slumber through the growing light,
To that fair place where none do weep:
Where Angels share their sweet delight.
Your work is done though our despair,
Will linger yet for a little time,
Till we know you’re safe up there,
In that hero’s heaven so divine,
That always in our hearts you’ll grow,
When from our lips your verse doth flow.