<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="center" class="head">The Dead.</h1><h1 align="" class="head"><span class="smallcaps">To One Killed in Action</span></h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line">DEAR love, they say thou art at rest.</p><p class="line">I heed them not, though thou art long,</p><p class="line">Dreaming that thou, with heart still strong </p><p class="line">For fighting, followest some far quest.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">They say, dear heart, I must forget.</p><p class="line">Nay, though the agony be deep,</p><p class="line">That memory can never sleep. </p><p class="line">Thy passioned kisses linger yet.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">They say, dear love, the daisies blithe</p><p class="line">Shall o'er thy head in summer spring.</p><p class="line">Daisies I Ö. I see thy body swing </p><p class="line">Lithe and strong-limbed, above the scythe.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Dear love, they say that in the light</p><p class="line">Of Heaven's joy our souls shall meet.</p><p class="line">Dear God! I want thee now, the sweet </p><p class="line">Sight of thee-not in Heaven-to-night!</p></div><p class="byline">Violet Gillespie</p>(<em>Poems of>1914)</em></body></html> · Great War