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E.W.T.: ON THE DEATH OF HIS BETTY by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN

Poet Analysis

First Line: AND SHE IS GONE, WHOM, DREAM OR TRUTH
Last Line: AND DEATH DRAWS NIGH, A FRIEND.
Subject(s): DEATH; DEAD, THE;
AND she is gone, whom, dream or truth,
You lived for in this wreck of youth,
And on your brow sits age,
Who's quickly won his siege.

My friend, you will not wish a word
Of striven help in this worst gird
Of fortune as she gets
From us our race's debts.

I see you with this subtlest blow
Like a stunned man softly go;
Then you, love-baffled boy,
Smile with a mournful joy.

Thereat I read, you plainly know
The time draws near when the fierce foe
Shall your poor body tear
And mix with mud and air.

Your smile is borne in that foredoom,
Beaten, you see your victory bloom,
And fortune cheats her end,
And death draws nigh, a friend.



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