No man outlives the grief of war
Though he outlive its wreck:
Upon the memory a scar
Through all his years will ache.
Hopes will revive when horrors cease;
And dreaming dread be stilled;
But there shall dwell within his peace
A sadness unannulled.
Upon his world shall hang a sign
Which summer cannot hide:
The permanence of the young men
Who are not by his side.