Isaac Rosenberg (Айзек Розенберг)

The Dead Heroes

Flame out, you glorious skies,
Welcome our brave;
Kiss their exultant eyes;
Give what they gave.

Flash, mailed seraphim,
Your burning spears;
New days to outflame their dim
Heroic years.

Thrills their baptismal tread
The bright proud air;
The embattled plumes outspread
Burn upwards there.

Flame out, flame out, O Song!
Star ring to star;
Strong as our hurt is strong
Our children are.

Their blood is England's heart;
By their dead hands
It is their noble part
That England stands.

England—Time gave them thee;
They gave back this
To win Eternity
And claim God's kiss.

1. The Dying Soldier
2. The Song of Tel the Nubian
3. Soldier: Twentieth Century
4. На марше • Marching
5. Бессмертные • The Immortals

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