To His Love

by Ivor Gur­ney

Cotswold Life - - COTSWOLD WAYS -

He’s gone, and all our plans

Are use­less in­deed.

We’ll walk no more on Cotswold Where the sheep feed Qui­etly and take no heed. His body that was so quick

Is not as you

Knew it, on Sev­ern river Un­der the blue

Driv­ing our small boat through. You would not know him now…

But still he died

Nobly, so cover him over With vi­o­lets of pride Pur­ple from Sev­ern side.

Cover him, cover him soon!

And with thick-set Masses of mem­o­ried flow­ers— Hide that red wet

Thing I must some­how for­get.

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