Classic Poem

Not theirs the ordinary dark display
Of carriages, twined flowers and music's moan,
But theirs the sadness of a sadder day
Abandoned and unutterably alone.

Along the stone paved road they slowly walk
In costumes nondescript and colorless;
The loveliness of earth appears to mock
The anguish hid beneath their pensiveness.

They have no solitude nor silent place
To lessen grief by calm assuaging thought,
But soon the night with sleep compelling grace
Will wrest the mind from worries war has brought.