IN HOSPITAL : RESPITE
HE lay remembering : in the dream he dreamed
A boy lazed in a meadow field alone, Young limbs outspread, a book half-open, prone Learning the summer day—or so it seemed; About his book the spangling daisies gleamed, Upon the air there drowsed the cutter's drone, The half-sweet bitterness of grass new-mown In a perpetual milky sweetness streamed . . .
His racked and broken body had tak'n on The blest similitude of natural sleep And for the dreaming moment he was healed All the unlovely tasks that he had done, All he had borne his knightly vow to keep, They scarcely made a shadow on the field.
A. G. HERBERTSON.
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