When I am covered with the dust of peace
And but the rain to moist my senseless clay,
Will there be one regret left in that ill ease
One sentimental fib of light and day —
A grief for hillside and the beaten trees?
Better to leave them, utterly to go away.
When every tiny pang of love is counterpiece
To shadowed woe of huge weight and the stay
For yet another torment ere release
Better to lie and be forgotten aye.
In Death his rose-leaves never is a crease.
Rest squares reckonings Love set awry.
(Ivor Gurney)
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