Siegfried Sassoon (1886–1967). Picture-Show. 1920.
12. Elegy
(To Robert Ross)Y
Wounding our grief with yesterday.
Your laughter is a broken song;
And death has found you, kind and gay.
That made your charm and our delight:
But loyal love has deathless wings
That rise and triumph out of night.
Shall be as music that ascends
When honour turns a heart from shame…
O heart of hearts! … O friend of friends!