In Flanders Fields

¹In Flanders fields the poppies blow

²Between the crosses, row on row,

³That mark our place; and in the sky

⁴The larks, still bravely singing, fly

⁵Scarce heard amid the guns below.

⁶We are the Dead. Short days ago

⁷We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,

⁸Loved and were loved, and now we lie

⁹In Flanders fields.

¹⁰Take up our quarrel with the foe:

¹¹To you from failing hands we throw

¹²The torch; be yours to hold it high.

¹³If ye break faith with us who die

¹⁴We shall not sleep, though poppies grow

¹⁵In Flanders fields.