Author John Drinkwater They nothing feared whose names I celebrate. Greater than death they died; and their estate Is here on Cotswold comradely to live Upon your lips in every draught I give. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 5 (1 vote) Rate Log in or register to post comments