The Unconquered Dead

John McCrae 1872 (Guelph) – 1918 (Boulogne-sur-Mer)



". . . defeated, with great loss."

Not we the conquered!  Not to us the blame
 Of them that flee, of them that basely yield;
Nor ours the shout of victory, the fame
 Of them that vanquish in a stricken field.

That day of battle in the dusty heat
 We lay and heard the bullets swish and sing
Like scythes amid the over-ripened wheat,
 And we the harvest of their garnering.

Some yielded, No, not we!  Not we, we swear
 By these our wounds; this trench upon the hill
Where all the shell-strewn earth is seamed and bare,
 Was ours to keep; and lo! we have it still.

We might have yielded, even we, but death
 Came for our helper; like a sudden flood
The crashing darkness fell; our painful breath
 We drew with gasps amid the choking blood.

The roar fell faint and farther off, and soon
 Sank to a foolish humming in our ears,
Like crickets in the long, hot afternoon
 Among the wheat fields of the olden years.

Before our eyes a boundless wall of red
 Shot through by sudden streaks of jagged pain!
Then a slow-gathering darkness overhead
 And rest came on us like a quiet rain.

Not we the conquered!  Not to us the shame,
 Who hold our earthen ramparts, nor shall cease
To hold them ever; victors we, who came
 In that fierce moment to our honoured peace.

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Submitted on May 13, 2011

Modified on March 25, 2023

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Quick analysis:

Scheme X ABAB CDCD EFEF GHGH IJIJ KLKL AMAM
Closest metre Iambic pentameter
Characters 1,234
Words 235
Stanzas 8
Stanza Lengths 1, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4

John McCrae

Lieutenant Colonel John Alexander McCrae, MD was a Canadian poet, physician, author, artist and soldier during World War I, and a surgeon during the Second Battle of Ypres, in Belgium. more…

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