A Fallen Leaf

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Title:     A Fallen Leaf
Author: Paul Bewsher [More Titles by Bewsher]

When Death has crossed my name from out the roll
Of dreaming children serving in this War;
And with these earthly eyes I gaze no more
Upon sweet England's grace--perhaps my soul
Will visit streets down which I used to stroll
At sunset-charmèd dusks, when London's roar
Like ebbing surf on some Atlantic shore
Would trance the ear. Then may I hear no toll

Of heavy bells to burden all the air
With tuneless grief: for happy will I be!--
What place on earth could ever be more fair
Than God's own presence?--Mourn not then for me,
Nor write, I pray, "He gave"--upon my clod--
"His life to England," but "his soul to God."

Isle of Sheppey, 1917.

[The end]
Paul Bewsher's poem: Fallen Leaf

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