Vera Brittain

(1893-1970 / England)

Roundel - Poem by Vera Brittain

("Died of Wounds")

Because you died, I shall not rest again,
But wander ever through the lone world wide,
Seeking the shadow of a dream grown vain
Because you died.

I shall spend brief and idle hours beside
The many lesser loves that still remain,
But find in none my triumph and my pride;

And Disillusion's slow corroding stain
Will creep upon each quest but newly tried,
For every striving now shall nothing gain
Because you died.

Form: Rondel or Roundel


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 5, 2015



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