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Rh THE SUMMONS

(V. L., 14th September 1914)

to his death he went,

A smile on his lips,

All his life's joy unspent,

Into eclipse.

The song of the shell he heard

Cleaving the dark,

As though 'twere the song of a bird,

Linnet or lark.

Why would he go so fast

Out to the dead,

All in a heavenly haste

Not to be stayed?

What did he see afar

That drew him after?

Light from a merry star,

Singing and laughter?