The Great War

from War, The Liberator and Other Pieces, an electronic edition

Sonnet to the Unknown Love

ACROSS a hundred miles of weary land,

To your dear home by our beloved sea,

I strain my eyes and think I see you stand

The same sweet wonder that you used to be.

I think I see you smile the very way

You had when once we walked across the Downs,

And on the muddy road palm branches lay

And the dull trees were garlanded with crowns.

I see the opening of your grave eyes,

And the swift flash when you reveal your heart,

And still between us all this distance lies

Of space and custom keeping us apart,

And still twelve lonely days and nights remain

Ere I shall see and talk to you again.