With thoughts of one in a grave,
And wind stroking the grass.
GLOUCESTERSHIRE MEN
Gloucester, Glevum, and Caer Glow,
The name is nothing! Then as now
Men mowed the meadow-grass for cattle,
Died for Gloucestershire in battle,
Fought, and loved, and built, and planned,
And wrested with this kindly land.
Man’s tiny spark of mortal fire