Here dead lie we because we did not choose To live and shame the land from which we sprung. Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose, But young men think it is, and we were young.
This poem is featured in our collection of World War I Literature. If you like this poem, you may want to read Epitaph on An Army of Mercenaries.
Return to the A. E. Housman library , or . . . Read the next poem; Her strong enchantments failing