Monday, May 25, 2020

Memorial Day 2020: Rouge Bouquet




"There is on earth no worthier grave

To hold the bodies of the brave

Than this place of pain and pride

Where they nobly fought and nobly died."



 A memorial service held on the battlefield at the Rouge Bouquet woods in France 
 near Baccarat Meurthe-et-Moselle, honoring the men of the New York National
  Guard, "Fighting 69th" unit of the 165th Infantry Regiment "Rainbow Division".
Nineteen men of the guard lost their lives in the battle fought there on March 7, 1918.



In a wood they call the Rouge Bouquet

There is a new made grave to-day,

Built by never a spade or pick

Yet covered with earth ten meters thick.

There lie many fighting men,

Dead in their youthful prime,

Never to laugh nor love again

Nor taste the Summertime.

For Death came flying through the air

And stopped his flight at the dugout stair,

Touched his prey and left them there,

Clay to clay.

He hid their bodies stealthily

In the soil of the land they sought to free

And fled away.

Now over the grave abrupt and clear

Three volleys ring;

And perhaps their brave spirits hear

The bugle sing:

"Go to sleep!

  Go to sleep!

Slumber well where the shell screamed and fell.

Let your rifles rest on the muddy floor,

You will not need them any more.

Danger's past;

Now at last,

Go to sleep!"

There is on earth no worthier grave

To hold the bodies of the brave

Than this place of pain and pride

Where they nobly fought and nobly died.

Never fear but in the skies

Saints and angels stand

Smiling with their holy eyes

On this new-come band.

St Michael's sword darts through the air

And touches the aureole on his hair

And he sees them stand saluting there,

His stalwart sons;

And Patrick, Brigid, Columkill

Rejoice that in vein of warriors still

The Gael's blood runs.

And up to Heaven's doorway floats

From the wood called Rouge Bouquet,

A delicate cloud of buglenotes

That softly say:

"Farewell!

Farewell!

Comrades true, born anew, peace to you!

Your souls shall be where the heroes are

And your memory shine like the morning-star.

Brave and dear,

Shield us here.

Farewell!





"Rouge Bouquet"
(1918)
From "Poems, Essays, and Letters"
 by Joyce Kilmer
(1886-1918)
American poet and soldier
Killed in action in France during WWI




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