posted on 2024-04-25, 17:29authored byFirst World War Poetry Digital Archive Project Team
<p dir="ltr"> How at once should I know,<br> When stretched in the harvest blue<br> I saw the swift's black bow,<br> That I would not have that view<br> Another day<br> Until next May<br> Again it is due?<br> The same year after year---<br> But with the swift alone.<br> With other things I but fear<br> That they will be over and done<br> Suddenly<br> And I only see<br> Them to know them gone.<br></p>