posted on 2024-05-02, 15:13authored byFirst World War Poetry Digital Archive Project Team
<p dir="ltr">The sunshine on the long white road
<br>That ribboned down the hill,
<br>The velvet clematis that clung
<br>Around your window-sill
<br>Are waiting for you still.
<br>
<br>Again the shadowed pool shall break
<br>In dimples at your feet,
<br>And when the thrush sings in your wood,
<br>Unknowing you may meet
<br>Another stranger, Sweet.
<br>
<br>And if he is not quite so old
<br>As the boy you used to know,
<br>And less proud, too, and worthier,
<br>You may not let him go -
<br>(And daisies are truer than passion-flowers)
<br>
<br>It will be better so.</p>