Elegy
“Your dexterous wit will haunt us long,
wounding our grief with yesterday,
your laughter is a broken song;
and death has found you,
kind and carefree.
We may forget those transient things,
that made your charm and our delight,
but loyal love has deathless wings,
that rise and triumph out of the night.
So, in the days to come,
your name shall be as music that ascends,
when honor turns a heart from shame…
O heart of hearts! O friends of friends!”
Siegfried Sassoon
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