A Fallen Leaf
When Death has crossed my name from out the roll Of dreaming children serving in this War; And with these earthly eyes I gaze no more Upon sweet England's grace - perhaps my soul Will visit streets down which I used to stroll At sunset-charmd dusks, when London's roar Like ebbing surf on some Atlantic shore Would trance the ear. Then may I hear no toll Of heavy bells to burden all the air With tuneless grief: for happy will I be! - What place on earth could ever be more fair Than God's own presence? - Mourn not then for me, Nor write, I pray, "He gave" - upon my clod - "His life to England," but "his soul to God." Isle of Sheppey, 1917.
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