She turned the page of wounds and death <br />With trembling fingers. In a breath <br />The gladness of her life became <br />Naught but a memory and a name. <br /> <br />Farewell! Farewell! I might not share <br />The perils it was yours to dare. <br />Dauntless you fronted death: for me <br />Rests to face life as fearlessly.<br /><br />Francis William Bourdillon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-heart-cry/
