There is no fitter end than this. No need is now to yearn nor sigh. We know the glory that is his, A glory that can never die. Surely you knew it long before, Knew all along that he was made For a swift radiant morning, for A sacrificing swift night-shade.
From Marlborough and Other Poems (Cambridge University Press, 1919) by Charles Hamilton Sorley. Copyright © 1919 by Charles Hamilton Sorley. This poem is in the public domain.