(Soldier poet, died April 1915, aged 27)
Lies silent
No more knowing
Cream teas on manicured lawns
Flirting with young smiling women
Creating rich flow of poetic imagery.
That rich dust which England shaped
Made aware was his country's pride
Dwells grave deep
Far from his beloved English shores
Marked by marble slab on Isle of Skyros.
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