In fever

In fever

Three verse poem on love conquering fever.

1944-04-22

One page typewritten document

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[underlined]IN FEVER[/underlined]

I would go to you now
And find release
From the burning thongs of fever
Searing my clouded eyes ……

I would go to you – the land
Of quietness, my only peace,
And lie for ever
Under tranquil skies
Of your cool hand,
Where gentle fingers
Smooth my sweating brow ……

If it were my last endeavour,
I would go where life lies,
Shunning not pain’s increase:
Sick and night-orphaned,
Safe from where delirium lingers,
I would go to you now –

Into your arms’ cool oblivion ……

22 Apr 44
Tuddenham – Mildenhall.