For the last time, maybe, upon the knollI stand.
The eve is golden, languid, sad.
Day like a tragic actor plays his
To the last whispered word and falls gold-clad.
I, too, take leave of all I ever had.
They shall not say I went with heavy heart:
Heavy I am, but soon I shall be free,
I love them all, but oh I now departA little sadly, strangely, fearfully,
As one who goes to try a mystery.
The bell is sounding down in Dedham vale:
Be still,
O bell: too often standing
When all the air was tremulous, fine and pale,
Thy golden note so calm, so still, so clear,
Out of my stony heart has struck a tear.
And now tears are not mine.
I have
From all the former and the later pain,
Like the mid sea I rock in boundless
Soothed by the charity of the deep-sea rain….
Calm rain! Calm sea! Calm found, long sought in vain!
O bronzen pines, evening of gold and blue,
Steep mellow slope, brimmed twilit pools below,
Hushed trees, still vale dissolving in the dew,
Farewell.
Farewell.
There is no more to do.
We have been happy.
Happy now I go.(Written on Expeditionary Force Leave, 1915)
