HE will be cold tonight-
Always he felt it so.
(Strange not to lift the light,
Strange not to go,
Softly- for he forgets,
Careless as glad!-
Drawing the coverlets
Over the lad.)
Blankly the covers lie,
Smooth and untossed,
By me the fire burns high,
Outside is frost . . .
Has it had rest tonight,
Dear tumbled head?
Lord, I would know- would know
If he were dead!
It must be cold and wet
Where our troops lie . . .
(Lord Jesus, spare him yet!
Let him not die!)
Still here . . . so still . . . and white
One far clear star . . .
He will be cold tonight,
Where the troops are.
(Margaret Widdemer)
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