For the Fallen

They went with songs to the battle, 

they were young.

Straight of limb, 

true of eyes, steady and aglow.

They were staunch to the end 

against odds uncounted,

They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall grow not old, 

as we that are left grow old:

Age shall not weary them, 

nor the years condemn.

At the going down of the sun 

and in the morning,

We will remember them.

Laurence Binyon