by Ivor (Bertie) Gurney (1890 - 1937)

To his love
Language: English 
He's gone and all our plans
 are useless indeed.
We'll walk no more on Cotswold
 where the sheep feed
 quietly and take no heed.
His body that was so quick
 is not as you
knew it, on Severn river
 under the blue
 driving our small boat through.
You would not know him now...
 but still he died
nobly, so cover him over
 with violets of pride
 Purple from Severn side.
Cover him, cover him soon!
 and with thickset
masses of memoried  flowers
 hide that red wet
 thing I must forget.


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This text was added to the website: 2018-05-18
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Word count: 90