On a winter's day in Westminster, London, a soldier walks down the streets of what used to be his childhood home. The snow obscures the soldier's vision, preventing him from seeing the destruction that the war has done on the city. Westminster Abbey has many large holes from bombs and there are no people walking around, yet the soldier finds much joy in seeing old landmarks. One of the places he walks into is the older chapel of Westminster, which he enters. He remembers his childhood and the explorations he and his friends did of the tombs and chapels. The soldier remembers his friends he had as a boy and how he found joy in things like sports, girls, and love in general. The soldier sits in the chapel and thinks about how the war has not changed Westminster Abbey or himself. The soldier kneels and begins to pray, thinking of how war is merely a pause in his life and that he has a longing for his past--for the poetry he found immense passion in. The soldier suddenly begins to recite poetry of poets he loved as a child. He becomes filled with grief and sadness about the life he once lived and about his poetical vision of the king he fought for. He thinks of his dreams of becoming a poet and the beauty of the snow falling around him and that he is now an unknown warrior among a town that once knew him. Amidst the silence of the falling snow, the soldier remains on his knees, deep in thought and satisfied about the state of the town and the poetical dreams he once had. Suddenly, the soldier feels immense sadness once more. He thinks about the death and guns he saw in the war. He closes his eyes and begins to imagine the agony of life and the betrayal that war brought upon his peaceful life. The soldier wishes that the war never came and that he had become a poet and remained in Westminster. He stands from his kneeling position and decides to walk around the city once more. The soldier begins to remember more of his childhood and the Poet's Corner store he used to spend much time at. The soldier finds himself begin to cry, thinking of his love for words. He begins to find himself dreaming of what Westminster Abbey would be like once the war is forgotten and how someday, life and poetry will outlive death. As the soldier begins to walk more, a young newsboy appears and comments on the silence of the snowy town and the war that used to be there. The newsboy talks of life and beautiful shows and how much he loves the silence of the town. The soldier, suddenly filled with content, realizes the newsboy reminds the soldier of himself and that he is passing the torch to a younger generation of future poets.