To His Dead Body Poem by Siegfried Sassoon

To His Dead Body

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When roaring gloom surged inward and you cried,
Groping for friendly hands, and clutched, and died,
Like racing smoke, swift from your lolling head
phantoms of thought and memory thinned and fled.

Yet, though my dreams that throng the darkened stair
Can bring me no report of how you fare,
Safe quit of wars, I speed you on your way
Up lonely, glimmering fields to find new day,
Slow-rising, saintless, confident and kind—
Dear, red-faced father God who lit your mind.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Shane Clawson 19 December 2007

Im not familiar with this poet but his writing lives on!

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