Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori
You who are still and white And cold like stone;For whom the unfailing light Is spent and done;
For whom no more the breath Of dawn, nor evenfallNor Spring, nor love, nor death Matter at all;
Who were so strong and young And brave and wise,And on the dark are flung With darkened eyes;
Who roystered and caroused But yesterday,And now are dumbly housed In stranger clay;
Who valiantly led, Who followed valiantly,Who knew no touch of dread Of that which was to be;
Children that were as nought Ere ye were tried,How have ye dared and fought, Triumphed and died!
Yea, it is very sweet And decorousThe omnipotent Shade to meet And flatter thus.