The Night Cometh
Cometh
the
night.
The
wind
falls
low,
The
trees
swing
slowly
to
and
fro:
Around
the
church
the
headstones
grey
Cluster,
like
children
strayed
away
But
found
again,
and
folded
so.
No
chiding
look
doth
she
bestow:
If
she
is
glad,
they
cannot
know;
If
ill
or
well
they
spend
their
day,
Cometh
the
night.
Singing
or
sad,
intent
they
go;
They
do
not
see
the
shadows
grow;
"There
yet
is
time,"
they
lightly
say,
"Before
our
work
aside
we
lay";
Their
task
is
but
half-done,
and
lo!
Cometh
the
night.
John McCrae
John McCrae born in Guelph, Ontario, Canadian poet, soldier, and physician John McCrae earned his undergraduate and medical degrees at the University of Toronto, where he received the Gold Medal. McCrae’s well-known poem “In Flanders Fields” memorializes the April 1915 battle in Belgium’s Ypres salient. For 17 days, McCrae tended those injured in the battle. January 28, 1918, at the age of 45. McCrae was buried with full military honors in Wimereux Cemetery near Boulogne, France. His family home in Guelph is preserved as a museum, and the main street in Wimereux is now named Rue McCrae.