Easter Snow by Winifred Mary Letts
My jewel of the world, she sleeps so fast, She will not hear you, Spring wind, if you blow; So let you shake the blossoms of the thorn Till her bed is hidden deep in Easter snow. Bright jewel of my heart, she sleeps at last, O kind earth, wrap her round in your brown […]
Chaplain To The Forces by Winifred Mary Letts
Ambassador of Christ you go Up to the very gates of Hell, Through fog of powder, storm of shell, To speak your Master’s message: “Lo, The Prince of Peace is with you still, His peace be with you, His good-will.” It is not small, your priesthood’s price. To be a man and yet stand by, […]
Casualty by Winifred Mary Letts
John Delaney of the Rifles has been shot. A man we never knew, Does it cloud the day for you That he lies among the dead Moving, hearing, heeding not? No history will hold his humble name. No sculptured stone will tell The traveller where he fell; That he lies among the dead Is the […]
And She is Spoke by Winifred Mary Letts
I’VE heard a half a dozen times Folks call it Reims. That isn’t right, though, so it seems, Perhaps it’s Reims. Poor city ruined now by flames– Can it be Reims?– That once was one of France’s gems- More likely Reims. I’ll get it right sometime, perchance I’m told it’s Reims. ————— The End And […]
A Dog’s Grave by Winifred Mary Letts
He sleeps where he would wish, in easy call, Here in a primrose nook beside the wall. And near the gate, that he may guard us all Even in death, our faithful seneschal. I do not think the courteous Cherubim Will chide him if he waits, nor Seraphim Summon him hence till we may follow […]