Sic Transit
--V.R., died of wounds, 2nd London General Hospital, Chelsea, June 9th, 1917
I am so tired.
The dying sun incarnadines the West,
And every window with its gold is fired,
And all I loved the best
Is gone, and every good that I desired
Passes away, an idle hopeless quest;
Even the Highest whereto I aspired
Has vanished with the rest.
I am so tired.
London, June 1917
--Vera Brittain
I loved reading Vera Brittain's books-so poignant and so sad...I actually got to meet her daughter once, Shirley Williams who is a politician-she was wonderful
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