Red Lips Are Not So

All The Poet Can Do Today Is Warn. That Is Why True Poets Must Be Truthful.

Sweet And Fitting It Is To Die For The Fatherland.

Red Lips Are Not So Red As The Stained Stones Kissed By The English Dead.

These Men Are Worth Your Tears. You Are Not Worth Their Merriment.

And Some Cease Feeling Even Themselves Or For Themselves. Dullness Best Solves The Tease And Doubt Of Shelling