24 January 2013

Strange to Think

H. Rex Freston, "When I Am Dead," The Quest of Truth and Other Poems (Oxford: B. H. Blackwell, 1916), p. 74:
'Tis strange to think when I am dead,
   The sweet earth still will yield her store
Of soft delights; they will not cease
   Though I not see them as before.

Still, still on golden summer eves,
   The skies shall hold a dream divine;
And men shall love and man shall weep
   The joys and woes, that once were mine.

The little birds that softly call
   Among the shadows will not care:
The happy lovers in the lane
   Shall never guess I once walked there.

And all the sorrows and regrets
   That clouded o'er my little day,
And all the wild mistakes of love,
   Shall like a mist have passed away. 
Freston was a 2nd Lieutenant with the Royal Berkshire Regiment, and was killed in action on this day in 1916.