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Looking from along the coast from the Rumps towards Pentire Point where this poem was written.  Pentire Point rises 256 feet sheer out of the sea and is the boldest and most exposed headland on this part of the coast, and beneath are dark caves and savage rocks.

There is a plaque commemorating this on Pentire Point




Originally published in The Times on 21 September 1914. 

 Archduke Franz Ferdinand of Austria, and his wife were assassinated on 28 June 1914.

Britain entered the war on 4 Aug 1914. 


For the Fallen

by Laurence Binyon 


With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,

England mourns for her dead across the sea.

Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of spirit,

Fallen in the cause of the free.



Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal

Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres.

There is music in the midst of desolation

And a glory that shines upon our tears.



They went with songs to the battle, they were young,

Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.

They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,

They fell with their faces to the foe.



They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old;

Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.

At the going down of the sun and in the morning

We will remember them.



They mingle not with laughing comrades again;

They sit no more at familiar tables of home;

They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;

They sleep beyond England's foam.



But where our desires are and our hopes profound,

Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,

To the innermost heart of their own land they are known

As the stars are known to the Night;



As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,

Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain,

As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,

To the end, to the end, they remain.



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