The Poetry Corner

To E.T.: 1917

By Walter De La Mare

You sleep too well - too far away, For sorrowing word to soothe or wound; Your very quiet seems to say How longed-for a peace you have found. Else, had not death so lured you on, You would have grieved - 'twixt joy and fear - To know how my small loving son Had wept for you, my dear.