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Katharine Tynan - For-Valentine-and-Hubert-Blake
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Young martyrs of the war,
Who with your bright eyes star
      The shadows grey;
Who steal at dawn and gloam
In each beloved room
      So pale, so gay.

Boys who will not grow old,
Peach cheek and hair of gold,
      Smile and are flown;
You will come back again,
In the darkness and the rain,
      In the dusk, in the dawn.

Remember, oh, dear Two,
Two who came after you
      Who love, as you loved,
The grey house and the woods,
All the sweet solitudes
      You loved, approved.

Dear martyrs of the war,
Remember, where you are,
      Boys who have still
To do, to bear, to attain
To your glory and your gain --
      By what steep hill?
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