The Linnet's Wings The Sorrow - Page 63

Poets Who Died in the War Re-Incarnation Edward Wyndham Tennant I too remember distant golden days When even my soul was young; I see the sand Whirl in a blinding pillar towards the band Of orange sky-line ’neath a turquoise blaze. Some burnt-out sky spread o’er a glistening land And slim brown jargoning men in blue and gold I know it all so well, I understand The ecstasy of worship ages-old. Hear the first truth; The great far-seeing soul Is ever in the humblest husk; I see How each succeeding section takes its toll In fading cycles of old memory, And each new life the life shall control Until perfection reach Eternity. 63