Sassoon

 

The weald of youth succumbs to age
Enshrouds his bones so peaceful laid
Denies the corner of that field where
England fell.

Rest now contentious bard
Your words we read with love
They come not bitter to our ears
They provoke, they arrest, they awaken us.

In wars dim end you told such truth
A truth unchanged from added years

In modern times we still forget
Your peace wove messages.

11 May 1999