NURSE EDITH CAVELL

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.