A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/The Heart-Cry
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THE HEART-CRY
SHE turned the page of wounds and death
With trembling fingers. In a breath
The gladness of her life became
Naught but a memory and a name.
Farewell! Farewell! I might not share
The perils it was yours to dare.
Dauntless you fronted death: for me
Rests to face life as fearlessly.