After Seeing Young Soldiers in London

I have no Heaven for myself. My heart is Heaven here.
To unfold, to fade—it is enough, earth and a dream so dear.

But I craved Heaven for them, for them! Let there be Paradise!
They go to die ere they have lived, their youth within their eyes.

They go to die for the bond, the word, that the dream of dreams may grow.
It is their will. They say farewell, knowing where they go.

Though they have Heaven as they die, knowing they die so well,
Knowing the dream is dear enough, as all who live will tell,

Knowing this death is life—yet—youth is in their eyes!
O let them wake, laugh and unfold! For them, green Paradise!