AND until then, brave soul, farewell; I cannot think that what befell Thy mortal frame must be the end Of thee, my best beloved friend. Yes, we shall meet again, or life Were but an idle, foolish strife, And death were what we most should prize. Both summer fields and winter skies, Repeat again: AUF WIEDERSEHEN | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WAITING IN THE CHILDREN'S HOSPITAL by CLARENCE MAJOR THE CANDLE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD A CERTAIN POET ON THE DEBATES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOMESDAY BOOK: GEORGE JOSLIN ON LA MENKEN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |