'Tis strange to think when I am dead,Freston was a 2nd Lieutenant with the Royal Berkshire Regiment, and was killed in action on this day in 1916.
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.
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: