Death of a boy The storm of the battle swept. Stars of heaven Kept. Upturned faces through the night. Mangled corpses in the light. Pale stars faded, morning broke. Then death awoke. Golden hours, bright summer day. The dead unburied bodies lay. Stark and cold unceased prayer. Hide them from the Staring sun and air. Possesion of that won plain. Denying burial of our slain. Night round them so holy, so calm. Moonbeams hushed prayer …showed first 75 words of 153 total…

…showed last 75 words of 153 total…from all the rest, Fair young boy put to the test. Death touched him gently, as if he sleeps. Mother suddered, slumber calm and deep. Marble limbs so perfect, passionless repose. Matchless purity unpitying foes. Broken, Lifes story told. Did his duty, deaths-tide rolled. Midnight garment of stars. Hung the fiery planet Mars. Sound of foot steps, voices low. Leaves murmuring flow. They pass the corpses on the ground. Hand in hand never looking down.