With rue my heart is laden
For golden friends I had,
For many a rose-lipt maiden
And many a lightfoot lad.
By brooks too broad for leaping
The lightfoot boys are laid;
The rose-lipt girls are sleeping
In fields where roses fade.
Words: A.E. Houseman (1859-1936) – A poem from The Shropshire Lad
Sunlight through stained glass:
names of the war dead dappled
in crimson and gold.