It is not that my heart grieves
For these burnt-out Autumn leaves,
But for the green,
Taken before their time,
Touched by the young sublime
Hope for unopened days
Now never to be seen.
The Autumn ones have had their day
And fall gently to decay,
But torn young lives bleed
Green grief upon the world’s need.
(Douglas Gibson)
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