Your dextrous wit will haunt us long <br />Wounding our grief with yesterday. <br />Your laughter is a broken song; <br />And death has found you, kind and gay. <br /> <br />We may forget those transient things <br />That made your charm and our delight: <br />But loyal love has deathless wings <br />That rise and triumph out of night. <br /> <br />So, in the days to come, your name <br />Shall be as music that ascends <br />When honour turns a heart from shame... <br />O heart of hearts! ... O friend of friends!<br /><br />Siegfried Sassoon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/elegy-7/
