<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="center" class="head">Things That Were Yours</h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line"><span class="smallcaps">These</span> things were yours, these little simple things;</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">You touched them, used them one time, loved them well.</p><p class="line">Now you are gone, but still about them clings</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">The fragrance of your hands adorable.</p><p class="line">These childish books; these learned works well-thumbed;</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">These time-stained prints; these comfortable chairs;</p><p class="line">This music, and this album where you gummed</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Your childhood's treasure; these Italian jars;</p><p class="line">This little cup blue-patterned; this old bed;</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">These sheets that whitely wrapt you slumbering;</p><p class="line">These garden-walks and autumn-tinted trees,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">That knew your laughter, and past numbering</p><p class="line">These blades of grass that bent beneath your tread:</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Because they once were yours, I love all these.</p></div><p class="byline">-- Dyneley Hussey.<br xmlns:exist="http://exist.sourceforge.net/NS/exist" xmlns:html="http://www.w3.org/TR/REC-html40"/> (Lieut., 13th Bn. Lancashire Fusiliers.)</p></body></html> · Great War