Author Harold Witter Bynner Though wisdom underfoot Dies in the bloody fields,Slowly the endless root Gathers again and yields.In fields where hate has hurled Its force, where folly rots,Wisdom shall be unfurled Small as forget-me-nots. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments