Classic Poem

Beauty , let me not forget you
In the white heat
Of war!
Let me remember the hour I met you,
When your silvery feet
Trembled from afar;
So in the tumult and woe
Your glorious presence my soul may know.

In the clash and strife
Give me Beauty's face
O Life,
Fair as a star
On a chartless sea,
When I go forth in the rocket's glare,
The cannon's roar and din,
When I stand in the shattered air —
Give me your light within;
On the fields of blood before me,
Your spirit shining o'er me.

Beauty, give me your face at the last,
Your face like a brilliant flower,
In the awful hour
When Death comes past;
Thus shall I do my part,
Calm in the shrapnel shower,
Beauty, if you desert not my heart!