a poem by ROY Douglas KNEALE, UK

Ever as sweet, as was when youth was hers,
A sweet girl, as my virgin love yet stays.
Ever as long as strength and wit and verse
Stir me to write of her, I will, with praise:
For I still now, as then, without reprieve
Am mortgaged to, too sweet a memory,
To ever draw one breath yet fail to grieve
That I, from her side flew so hastily.
Would she could know: I left her not behind
When, for her sake, I fled our country scene:
That she, unspoiled, has lived on in my mind
As one who first clung when she was sixteen.
Thus as if, youth's fires in her yet still burn,
To where we met I inwardly return.

[Author’s Note: A Biographical Poem.
Circa 1944. Cat. No. C586.]

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