Excerpt from Sonnets on the WarII. And if we sing - I and that dearer friend Take Thou our music. He dwells in thy light Through sun and shower, blue day and starry night. And sometimes for a moment thou dost blend Thy moonrise with my twilight. Away I wend, Like one from prayer. A life-long hood of pain. Thou wear'st, and never will a murmur stain Thy spirit's crystalline until the end. I pass into the world from thy abode; A something of thy radiance pure and tried, Hangs round my soul for days.

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