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Rh A LAMENT

( Holy Cross Day, 1914)

is under clouds and rain

For there will not come again

Two, the beloved sire and son

Whom all gifts were rained upon.

Kindness is all done, alas,

Courtesy and grace must pass,

Beauty, wit and charm lie dead,

Love no more may wreathe the head.

Now the branch that waved so high

No wind tosses to the sky;

There's no flowering time to come,

No sweet leafage and no bloom.

Percy, golden-hearted boy,

In the heyday of his joy

Left his new-made bride and chose

The steep way that Honour goes.