Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, CREDO, by MARGARET SACKVILLE


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First Line: What is the end, then? Not a sigh, a kiss
Last Line: In a cool meadow which salt winds leave wet.
Subject(s): Life; Rest; Sleep


WHAT is the end, then? Not a sigh, a kiss,
A memory, a tear, a sobbing breath?—
Hearts proud as ours can stoop to no such death;
Our royal state can scarce descend to this.

Not thus, not thus, shall we each other miss;
Ours is the earth, its sorrow and its pride;
We are an Army marching side by side
On to innumerable victories.

Your laughter and my tears, my tears, your laughter—
These things are life; these live; these shall not pass
Whilst we two live, who are so living, yet.

And if we're tired at night, well, sleep comes after—
Sleep gentle as the swaying of long grass
In a cool meadow which salt winds leave wet.





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