Here you will find the Poem The Teacher of poet Leon Gellert
A Cross is slanting `tween two withered trees - I saw him first in peace, amid a crowd Of streets, nor dreamed him ever one of these, So wistfully he mused, so shyly proud, So chalk-besmeared he walked his weary pace. A space went, - and on an early day Within the trench, I saw a half-known face Awake with wonder; a child-lived heart at play With dreamed romance: a Drake-keen eye ashine For newer worlds??A thunder tore the line!?.. A shell burst!?.. He smiled as Sidney smiled- And fell?..There came the crying of a child, ?..A wave of little hands?..a soft breeze The cross is slanting `tween two withered trees.
