They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years contemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
from For The Fallen - Laurence Binyon
(this was posted last year, but it's always worth a reprise):
The Bravest Soldiers
by Walt Whitman
Brave, brave were the soldiers (high named to-day) who lived
.........through The fight;
But the bravest press'd to the front and fell, unnamed, unknown.
1888
Binyon was born and lived in my adted city, Lancaster, where a plaque has been erected to his honour on the wall of the house where he lived.
But, apart from the poem quoted above, none of his other work seems to have survived.
Which brings to mind a really old thread. I've brought it to the top in Q&A as it wasn't working very well when I tried to look at it in the bowels of AWAD.
http://wordsmith.org/board/showflat.pl?Cat=&Board=words&Number=598