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With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her 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 their 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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Note: there is an odd little debate which surfaces every year in Australia following Anzac and Remembrance Day about whether the last word of the second line of the fourth stanza should be "condemn" or "contemn". Since Binyon himself corrected the proofs of the collection in which the poem, first published in the Times, eventually appeared, there seems no doubt that he meant to use "condemn". Over the years I've had emails from Australians who believe I should change it to "contemn" but I've been unable to find any evidence at all which would make me consider that. If anybody knows where, or when this mini-controversy started I'd be glad to hear from them.