DEDICATED
TO MY
DEAR FRIEND
RICHARD HODGSON
WHO HAS PASSED OVER
TO THE OTHER SIDE
Of wounds and sore defeat
I made my battle-stay;
Wingèd sandals for my feet
I wove of my delay;
Of weariness and fear
I made my shouting spear;
Of loss, and, doubt, and dread,
And swift oncoming doom
I made a helmet for my head