Classic Poem

Lying in No Man's Land, he sleeps,
Sleeps as well as they who rest
In the gardens by the sea,
In the grave-yards of the west.

Sleeping in No Man's Land, he dreams,
Dreams of those in other lands;
Friends he left with pensive lips,
Those he left with waiting hands.

Dreaming beneath a foreign sky,
Death was but the evening star,
Setting now to rise again
Past the Paradisal bar.

Lying in No Man's Land, he sleeps,
Sleeps as well as they who rest
In the gardens by the sea,
In the grave-yards of the west.