Soft, Shining Peace

Silence Falls The echoes die,the smoke-clouds thin and pass,The cannons are, like statues, dumb and cold:Silent the crosses wait, and in the grassThe spent shells gleam like gold.All spent he lay and dreamed till the moment came:Now, waking with a cry, he looks, all wonderTo see the empty sky hurl down no flame:To hear no … More Soft, Shining Peace