There Will Be Dreams Again
THERE will be dreams again! The grass will spread
Her velvet verdure over earth's torn breast;
By ragged shard, half-hid, where rust runs red,
The soaring lark in spring will build her nest.
There will be dreams again! The primrose pale
Will shelter where the belching guns plowed deep;
The trees will whisper, and the nightingale
Chant golden monodies where heroes sleep.
There will be dreams again
The stars look down
On youthful lovers--oh, first love, how sweet!
And men will wed, and childish laughter crown
Life's awe--compelling miracle complete.
There will be dreams again! Oh, thou forlorn
That crumbling trench or the slow heaving sea
Hath snatched thy dead--oh, pray thee, do not mourn!
There will be dreams--thy loved shall come to thee!
W. D. Eaton, ed. Great Poems of the World War. Chicago: T.S. Denison & Company, 1922.