Francis William Bourdillon

(22 March 1852 – 13 January 1921 / Runcorn, Cheshire)

The Heart Cry - Poem by Francis William Bourdillon

She turned the page of wounds and death
With trembling fingers. In a breath
The gladness of her life became
Naught but a memory and a name.

Farewell! Farewell! I might not share
The perils it was yours to dare.
Dauntless you fronted death: for me
Rests to face life as fearlessly.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 8, 2010



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