Memorial Verses - 19

France! saddest of words, that was the sweetest once;
 Saddest of words that fall on English ears.
 Now, as I think, after these dreadful years
There are no birds or flowers beneath the suns
Of France to-day: they have been choked by tears;
 Choked by our tears, that drift in dismal rain
 Across the sea, and fall upon the slain,
Now more removed than we from the world-shaking guns.
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