ONE golden morn, when Summer was born,
I sat in the garden and read
Of men who fought, fell, and bled, –
The unforgotten Dead ;
I dreamed of those I knew
And from the grass there flew,
Into the air over my head.
Visions of those I knew,
My unforgotten Dead ;
Suddenly I felt old and worn
With the pain to bear and the pain borne,
Until a wonder within me grew.
For the air was soft and the sky blue
On that golden morn when Summer was born.
(Bernard Waters)
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