Shadows

They understood not when memries came
Borne here by sounds and images; moods
That draw our minds to summers done
When golden life was just in bloom

Look at them, who feel not sorrow,
Pick at teardrops in our eyes:
Theyve not feared what comes tomorrow
Nor the many cross-ed lines

Now, and then, the seas are breaking,
Spilling forth the holy flood;
Memries numb set our hearts aching:
Flowers swept away in blood.

With our eyes, weve seen the morrow
Learn-ed from all winters past
We have sights, theyll never see them:
Visions painful still set fast.

Leave us in our War-life stranded,
Ye whove never understood:
You will never see their shadows
You will only see the wood