In Flanders Fields and Other Poems

<p><SPAN name="link2H_4_0027" id="link2H_4_0027"></SPAN></p> <br/> <h2> The Pilgrims </h2> <p>An uphill path, sun-gleams between the showers,<br/> Where every beam that broke the leaden sky<br/> Lit other hills with fairer ways than ours;<br/> Some clustered graves where half our memories lie;<br/> And one grim Shadow creeping ever nigh:<br/> And this was Life.<br/> <br/> Wherein we did another's burden seek,<br/> The tired feet we helped upon the road,<br/> The hand we gave the weary and the weak,<br/> The miles we lightened one another's load,<br/> When, faint to falling, onward yet we strode:<br/> This too was Life.<br/> <br/> Till, at the upland, as we turned to go<br/> Amid fair meadows, dusky in the night,<br/> The mists fell back upon the road below;<br/> Broke on our tired eyes the western light;<br/> The very graves were for a moment bright:<br/> And this was Death.<br/></p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />