These are the lists of death:
They were so young!
Brave valiant hearts
Who loved the earth and sun,
The stir of life,
And joy's swift ardent breath.
These are the lists:
When shall their memory fade?
The nations best beloved of her sons,
Her shining, high, immortal, steadfast ones;
Honour, not death,
Has sealed their accolade.
Alice Gore-Jones