In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
_Ford Madox Hueffer_
Ford Madox Hueffer was born in 1873 and is best known as the author of
many novels, two of which, _Romance_ and _The Inheritors_, were
written in collaboration with Joseph Conrad. He has written also
several critical studies, those on Rossetti and Henry James being the
most notable. His _On Heaven and Other Poems_ appeared in 1916.