"The Last Meeting," Siegfried Sassoon

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The Last Meeting

I

Because the night was falling warm and still

Upon a golden day at April's end,

I thought; I will go up the hill once more

To find the face of him that I have lost,

And speak with him before his ghost has flown

Far from the earth that might not keep him long.

So down the road I went, pausing to see
How slow the dusk drew on, and how the folk
Loitered about their doorways, well-content
With the fine weather and the waxing year.
The miller's house, that glimmered with grey...