The Nurse

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The Nurse

Here in the long white ward I stand,

Pausing a little breathless space,

Touching a restless fevered hand,

Murmuring comforts commonplace--

Long enough pause to feel the cold

Fingers of fear about my heart;

Just for a moment, uncontrolled,

All the pent tears of pity start.

While here I strive, as best I may,

Strangers' long hours of pain to ease,

Dumbly I question--Far away

Lies my beloved even as these?

Title
The Nurse
Identifier
greatwar_Eaton004