"Edith Cavell," Laurence Binyon

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Edith Cavell

She was binding the wounds of her enemies when they came—

The lint in her hand unrolled.

They battered the door with their rifle-butts, crashed it in:

She faced them gentle and bold.

They haled her before the judges where they sat

In their places, helmet on head.

With question and menace the judges assailed her, "Yes,

I have broken your law," she said.

"I have tended the hurt and hidden the hunted, have done
As a sister does to a brother,
Because of a law that is ...