TO E. T. : 1917
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.
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