The Great War

from The Holy War, an electronic edition

The Last Parting

To Violet

He is not dead. They do not know,

Who pity her, her secret ease,

How he is near her, how they go,

Her hand in his.

The last sad parting now is done.

She can look back as from afar

And pity her whose dearest one

Went to the War.

Now he is with her every day;

There is no salt dividing sea.

She leans on him in the old way,

Her staff is he.

The folk as they come in and out

Wonder at her pale joy: the while

She in the lightest fear or doubt

Turns to his smile.