English poem
When We Two Walked
by Edward Thomas (1878–1917)
WHEN we two walked in Lent We imagined that happiness Was something different And this was something less.
But happy were we to hide Our happiness, not as they were Who acted in their pride Juno and Jupiter:
For the Gods in their jealousy Murdered that wife and man, And we that were wise live free To recall our happiness then.
IN MEMORIAM (Easter, 1915)
THE flowers left thick at nightfall in the wood This Eastertide call into mind the men, Now far from home, who, with their sweethearts, should Have gathered them and will do never again.