The Great War

from The Poems of Robert W. Sterling, an electronic edition

To B. W.

(Thirty-seven years master at Sedbergh; died January, 1913.)

So, kind, unconquered spirit, fare you well.

Sedbergh must onward yet with steadfast mind,

(For such would be your wish)--nor must we tell

The world of sorrow that you leave behind.

And yet we feel Winder doth surely grieve

His well-loved pilgrim of the happy years.--

Surely the day droops sadly: and at eve

Our Heaven trembles into starry tears!