seaJane Posted 9 April , 2017 Share Posted 9 April , 2017 Killed on this day 100 years ago near Arras. Lights Out By Edward Thomas I have come to the borders of sleep, The unfathomable deep Forest where all must lose Their way, however straight, Or winding, soon or late; They cannot choose. Many a road and track That, since the dawn’s first crack, Up to the forest brink, Deceived the travellers, Suddenly now blurs, And in they sink. Here love ends, Despair, ambition ends; All pleasure and all trouble, Although most sweet or bitter, Here ends in sleep that is sweeter Than tasks most noble. There is not any book Or face of dearest look That I would not turn from now To go into the unknown I must enter, and leave, alone, I know not how. The tall forest towers; Its cloudy foliage lowers Ahead, shelf above shelf; Its silence I hear and obey That I may lose my way And myself. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dust Jacket Collector Posted 9 April , 2017 Share Posted 9 April , 2017 Beautiful. Thanks, SeaJane. Not forgotten in this household. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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