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How Sleep the Brave

Nay, nay, sweet England, do not grieve!
Not one of these poor men who died
But did within his soul believe
That death for thee was glorified.

Ever they watched it hovering near
That mystery ‘yond thought to plumb,
Perchance sometimes in loath├Ęd fear
They heard cold Danger whisper, Come!

Heard and obeyed. O, if thou weep
Such courage and honour, beauty, care,
Be it for joy that those who sleep
Only thy joy could share.


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Poem How Sleep the Brave - Walter De La Mare