(1 November 1896 – 20 January 1974 / London / England)

I'Ve Lived To See Desire Vanish

I’ve lived to see desire vanish,
With hope I’ve slowly come to part,
And I am left with only anguish,
The fruit of emptiness at heart.

Under the storms of merciless fate,
My worn and withered garland lies--
In sadness, lonesome, I await:
How far away is my demise?

Thus, conquered by a tardy frost,
Through gale’s whistling and shimmer,
Late, on a naked limb exposed
A lonesome leaf is left to quiver!...

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Eyes that looked and saw with such intensity...and wrote of the witness he bore all his life. And he, too, was part of this scene, not a passerby. He was in it, and also saw it without. Amazing snapshot of these men! !