"Sundown", by Bert Leston Taylor

[med_cat]

Sundown
When the wounded in hospital came to die, said a British officer,
their last request in many cases was for the prayer,
"Now I lay me down to sleep."

When my sun of life is low,
When the dewy shadows creep,
Say for me before I go,
“Now I lay me down to sleep.”

I am at the journey's end

Comments

[elenbarathi]

Awww, sad but sweet.

[med_cat]

Isn't it? I was looking through an anthology I own, for another poem, and ran across this one (the anthology was published in 1937, and, therefore, has many poems about WWI).

So I thought I'd share, since you, and duathir might like it. I've a few other poems from the same anthology scheduled to post in this comm in the next week or two.

Pleased you liked this one.

[elenbarathi]

Looking forward to seeing the others!

It's funny, the extent to which the poetry communities have become a focus and rallying-point for my clan - even for those who don't post, or who aren't even on Lj at all. duathir started it, of course, with war_poetry, but now all of us are constantly looking for poems and passing them around. It's really a big consolation in these troubled times; more than one might suppose. I hope it's so for you too! *hugs*

"We are the movers and shakers
Of the world forever, it seems."

[med_cat]

You are most welcome! The poems are in the queue to post.
A good way to unite and console...

And yes, reading has always been so for me, and poetry in particular.

The poem you quote is wonderful--"...we are the dreamers of dreams..."