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photoblog image For the Fallen - Armistice Day

For the Fallen - Armistice Day

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 into immortal spheres.
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.

 

They went with songs to the battle, they were young,

Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.

 

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

 

They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England's foam.

 

But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;

 

As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain,
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.

 

( Robert Laurence Binyon (1869-1943))

For the Fallen - Armistice Day

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 into immortal spheres.
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.

 

They went with songs to the battle, they were young,

Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.

 

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

 

They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England's foam.

 

But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;

 

As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain,
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.

 

( Robert Laurence Binyon (1869-1943))

comments (12)

  • Ray
  • Thailand
  • 11 Nov 2018, 01:39
Oh...lovely!
Alan: From our trip to Provence in June.
Jolie texte. J'aime beaucoup la photo.
Alan: From our trip to Provence in June.
This is a beautiful shot, Alan! Love the back lighting.
Thank you for including the poem.
Alan: Thanks, Elizabeth. From our trip to Provence in June.
Excellent photo Alan. A fitting tribute.
Alan: Thanks, Frank. From our trip to Provence in June.
  • Chris
  • Not Nowhere
  • 11 Nov 2018, 06:31
A very fine image with an unbreakable association to Great War horrors
Alan: It was interesting to see the number of "stars" at last night's Festival of Remembrance from the Royal Albert Hall now wearing poppy broaches rather than the more traditional emblem. At least HM The Queen put on a good show.
  • Philine
  • Germany
  • 11 Nov 2018, 06:55
A very fine tribute. I think also of my grandfather who died in Aleppo in 1918.
Alan: There were no winners from this conflict. I don't know if anyone in our family history was lost in the Great War; my mother would have known but I can't ask her now sad Thanks, Philine.
A fine picture and it is good to see the whole of that poem
Alan: Thanks, Bill; the poppies were from our trip to Provence.
  • Lisl
  • England
  • 11 Nov 2018, 09:56
This is what is was like, Alan
Alan: Very thought-provoking, Lisl.
Very nice tribute, Alan.
Alan: Thanks, Mary; the poppies were from our trip to Provence in June.
A stunning image to mark the day, Alan.
Alan: Thanks, Beverly.
A beautiful image Alan. If you go here https://youtu.be/ULbosNAPeww you will find my A/V/using these words set to Elgars Nimrod.
Alan: Thanks, Brian. I enjoyed the A/V presentation.
  • CherryPie
  • Great Britain (UK)
  • 12 Nov 2018, 01:54
A perfect image for the occasion.

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