FROM THEIR DUST Not in their immortality alone Live those bright spirits who for honour spent Their rich inheritance of years, and went Gay-heartedly to meet the wide unknown. Not though the fields where their young limbs were strown Once more be chartered by the foeman's tent, And all the achieving of their tournament Be scattered to the winds or overthrown. For from their memory and quickening dust Shall spring the flashing squadrons of the dawn; And they shall set their spears and ride afar To seek and battle, thrust and counterthrust, For grails from our beclouded eyes withdrawn, The champion warriors of a holier war. ERRATUM. For H. I. Burt read H. T. Burt, to whom also should be attributed "Pilot and Clouds" (page 9).
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