In the last letter that I had from France
You thanked me for the silver Easter egg
Which I had hidden in the box of apples
You like to munch beyond all other fruit.
You found the egg the Monday before Easter,
And said. 'I will praise Easter Monday now -
It was such a lovely morning'. Then you spoke
Of the coming battle and said, 'This is the eve.
'Good-bye. And may I have a letter soon'.
That Easter Monday was a day for praise,
It was such a lovely morning. In our garden
We sowed our earliest seeds, and in the orchard
The apple-bud was ripe. It was the eve,
There are three letters that you will not get.
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How sad this poem reads...
Each line contains so much feeling, that is hard not to be moved. -
the death of her close Friend Edward Thomas
From guest Lindsey Charles (contact)
Actually the the death of her close friend Edward Thomas on on April 9, 1917 which actually was easter monday in 1917 -
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