Nurse Edith Cavell

_Two o'clock, the morning of October_ 12_th_, 1915

To her accustomed eyes The midnight-morning brought not such a dread As thrills the chance-awakened head that lies In trivial sleep on the habitual bed.

'Twas yet some hours ere light; And many, many, many a break of day Had she outwatched the dying; but this night Shortened her vigil was, briefer the way.

By dial of the clock 'Twas day in the dark above her lonely head. "This day thou shalt be with Me." Ere the cock Announced that day she met the Immortal Dead.