Poem by Alice Meynell

Nurse Edith Cavell

 Two o'clock, the morning of October 12th, 1915

            To her accustomed eyes
The midnight-morning brought not such a dread
As thrills the chance-awakened head that lies
In trivial sleep on the habitual bed.

            'Twas yet some hours ere light;
And many, many, many a break of day
Had she outwatched the dying; but this night
Shortened her vigil was, briefer the way.

            By dial of the clock
'Twas day in the dark above her lonely head.
"This day thou shalt be with Me." Ere the cock
Announced that day she met the Immortal Dead.

1. To Silence
2. Free Will
3. The Two Questions
4. To Sylvia
5. To Tintoretto in Venice

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