posted on 2024-04-25, 17:29authored byFirst World War Poetry Digital Archive Project Team
I may come near loving you When you are dead And there is nothing to do And much to be said. To repent that day will be Impossible For you and vain for me The truth to tell I shall be sorry for Your impotence: You can do and undo no more When you go hence, Cannot even forgive The funeral. But not so long as you live Can I love you at all.
History
Identifier
2941.txt
Creator
Thomas, Edward (1878-1917)
Date
1979
Date Created
01/01/1979
Temporal Date
31/12/1979
Type
Poem
Rights
Copyright Edward Thomas, 1979, reproduced under licence from Faber and Faber Ltd.