To E.T.: 1917

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Title:     To E.T.: 1917
Author: Walter De la Mare [More Titles by De la Mare]

You sleep too well--too far away,
For sorrowing word to soothe or wound;
Your very quiet seems to say
How longed-for a peace you have found.

Else, had not death so lured you on,
You would have grieved--'twixt joy and fear--
To know how my small loving son
Had wept for you, my dear.

[The end]
Walter De la Mare's poem: To E.T.: 1917

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