Arthur Graeme West (Артур Грэм Уэст)

Seeing Her off

A whistle ’mid the distant hills
            Shattered the silence grey,
She turned on me her great sad eyes,
            Then lightly skimmed away.

I followed slow her flying feet
            In idlest heaviness,
But oh! my heart it laught to see
            Roar through the proud express.

In the after silence and the gloom
            I found her there again,
And won three minutes more delight
            Before the second pain.

1. Tea in the Garden
2. Spurned by the Gods
3. The Night Patrol France, March 1916
4. The End of the Second Year
5. God! How I Hate You!

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