Elegy in a Country Churchyard

ELEGY IN A COUNTRY CHURCH-YARD

THE men that worked for EnglandThey have their graves at home:And bees and birds of EnglandAbout the cross can roam.

But they that fought for England,Following a falling star,Alas, alas for EnglandThey have their graves afar.

And they that rule in England,In stately conclave met,Alas, alas for EnglandThey have no graves as yet.