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So shall one coveting no higher plane

Than nature clothes in colour and flesh and tone,

Even from the grave put upward to attain

The dreams youth cherished and missed and might have known:

And that strong need that strove unsatisfied

Toward earthly beauty in all forms it wore,

Not death itself shall utterly divide

From the belovèd shapes it thirsted for.

Alas, how many an adept for whose arms

Life held delicious offerings perished here,

How many in the prime of all that charms,

Crowned with all gifts that conquer and endear!

Honour them not so much with tears and flowers,

But you with whom the sweet fulfilment lies,

Where in the anguish of atrocious hours

Turned their last thoughts and closed their dying eyes,

Rather when music on bright gatherings lays

Its tender spell, and joy is uppermost,

Be mindful of the men they were, and raise

Your glasses to them in one silent toast.

Drink to them—amorous of dear Earth as well,

They asked no tribute lovelier than this—

And in the wine that ripened where they fell,

Oh, frame your lips as though it were a kiss. Alan Seeger Champagne, France, July, 1915.