Ever with kindness keeping within thy memory,
That every written sentiment, is a living part of me.
Written at “Stagsden,”
Bournemouth, 1915.
TO BRIDGET.
“CARMEN TRISTIS.”
How can I sing a song, love, when my heart is full of woe?
Grief that is hard to bear, love; grief that is gnawing and slow
Crimson rimmed are my eyes, love; bitter my soul within;