Gladys Cromwell: The Actor-Soldier
The Actor-Soldier
On the grass I m lying,
My blanket is the sky ;
This feeling is called dying.
No one will testify
They saw me suffer this ;
There s no one passing by.
The wonder of it is,
I m by myself at last
With plain realities.
No one is here to cast
A part for me to play ;
My term of life is past.
No one is here to see
How I can meet and take
This end ; how gallantly
Though the ice that binds a lake
Must weigh less heavily
Than Death to my soul awake.
Gladys Cromwell
(1885-1919)
The Actor-Soldier
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