To B. W.

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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!

Title: To B. W.
Identifier: greatwar_sterling009

Item sets: The Poems of Robert W. Sterling

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