‘Are We That Wait Sufficient Worth? – A Poem For Remembrance Sunday’.
It feels a shame to be Alive
When men so brave are dead;
One envies the Distinguished Dust
Permitted such a Head.
The Stone that tells defending Whom
This Spartan put away;
What little of Him we possessed
In Pawn for Liberty.
The price is great — sublimely paid —
Do we deserve a thing;
That lives — like Dollars — must be piled
Before we may obtain?
Are we that wait sufficient worth
That such Enormous Pearl
As life dissolved be for Us
In Battle’s horrid Bowl?
It may be a renown to live;
I think the Man who die
Those unsustained saviors
By Emily Dickinson