For the Fallen

On Tuesday 11 November we will be playing the Last Post before observing a two-minute silence at 11am at three locations across Broadgate - Finsbury Avenue Square, Exchange Square and the Broadgate Plaza. You are welcome to join us outside.  

You may have noticed a verse from Robert Laurence Binyon's best-known poem, For the Fallen, painted on the ground in these locations. Please enjoy this beautiful poem in full below and spare a moment of your busy day to remember the lives of those who lived, fought and died in the First and Second World Wars, as well as those who have lost their lives in more recent conflicts. 

If you wish to purchase a poppy to support The Royal British Legion, you will find poppy collections in your receptions. 

For the Fallen

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.

Poem by Robert Laurence Binyon (1869-1943)