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Stars that seem so close and bright, Watched by lovers through the night, Swim in emptiness, men say, Many a mile and year away. And yonder star that burns so white, May have died to dust and night Ten, maybe, or fifteen year, Before it shines upon my dear. Oh! often among men below, Heart cries out to heart, I know, And…

If I should die, think only this of me: That there's some corner of a foreign field That is for ever England. The Soldier, 1914

- Oh, never a doubt but, somewhere, I shall wake, And give what's left of love again, and make New friends, now strangers. ... But the best I've known Stays here, and changes, breaks, grows old, is blown About the winds of the world, and fades from brains Of living men, and dies. Nothing remains. The Great Lover 1914