In Memoriam.

IN MEMORIAM: G.R.Y.T.

(Killed in action, April 23, 1917)

I spoke with you but seldom, yet there lay

Some nameless glamour in your written word,

And thoughts of you rose often - longings stirred

By dear remembrance of the sad blue-grey

That dwelt within your eyes, the even sway

Of your young god-like gait, the rarely heard

But frank bright laughter, hallowed by a Day

That made of Youth Right's offering to the sword.

So now I ponder, since your day is done,

Ere dawn was past, on all you meant to me,

And all the more you might have come to be,

And wonder if some state, beyond the sun

And shadows here, may yet some completion see

Of intimacy sweet though scarce begun.

- Vera Brittain