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!