ON THE DEATH OF A CHILD IN TIME OF WAR Sleep, dearest, great warriors lie with you, Whole peoples drift loose about you. How should we stand firm when so many firm have gone before, and the same vast currents flow about us? Sleep safely. We pitiless, we remain, gazing where we were: before wisdom, in age old half standing, silent above the screams of the ages, blind children, folded as when we came. WILLIAM WALLIS Free translation from the German: Auf den Tod eines Kindes, Paul Fleming, b. 1609, d. 1640
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