Sonnet - to a dead poet

Sonnet - to a dead poet

Poem about a friend who died too soon.

1944-03-13

One page typewritten document

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[underlined]SONNET[/underlined]
[underlined]TO A DEAD POET[/underlined]

You died too soon. We could have been good friends,
And shared our youth; strode bravely hand to hand,
Felt the sweet pangs of danger, worshipped truth,
And the calm earth, and sunlight on the land;
Heard larksong in the clear air, found fierce new joy
Majestically, in winds, the scourge of rain
And the long, tremendous hush of sunset; shared
The quivering immensities of pain,
Know each, the haven of our hearts’ desires.

Yet the strange fates, for all of this, denied
My knowing you. But steadfastly I hope
When life is done, when I, too, shall have died,
I’ll see you there, enthroned - - - most individually
At peace, among the endless changing s of the sky.

13 Mar 44
Tuddenham.