“ Soldiers are citizens of death's grey land, drawing no dividend from time's tomorrows. ”
Mute in that golden silence hung with green,Come down from heaven and bring me in your eyesRemembrance of all beauty that has been,And stillness from the pools of Paradise.
~ Siegfried Sassoon
I didn't want to die - not before I'd finished reading The Return of the Native anyhow.
But I've grown thoughtful now. And you have lost Your early-morning freshness of surprise At being so utterly mine: you've learned to fear The gloomy, stricken places in my soul, And the occasional ghosts that haunt my gaze.
Phantoms of thought and memory thinned and fled.
