Siegfried Sassoon, "The Hawthorn Tree"

The Hawthorn TreeNot much to me is yonder lane Where I go every day; But when there's been a shower of rainAnd hedge-birds whistle gay,I know my lad that's out in FranceWith fearsome things to see Would give his eyes for just one glanceAt our white hawthorn tree.. . . .Not much to me is yonder lane Where he so longs to tread: But when there's been a shower of rainI think I'll never weep again