Poor Lucy never laughed much after that. Half-captured happiness had left a scar, A hidden woman's heritage of war Seared in her tired heart. All day she sat Finding a thousand foolish things to do, Little loving things, inconsequential, But she had lost, you see, the one essential Thing in life, which changed her point of view. And Lucy said, "They will remember Jim, When I am trodden dust his very name Will be a watchword and a battle hymn, An inspiration and a secret flame." So musing she would smile, a little sadly, And then continue knitting, rather badly. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TRIFLE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MAPLE AND SUMACH by CECIL DAY LEWIS THE LITTLE TURTLE by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY THE DAY OF JUDGEMENT; AN ODE ATTEMPTED IN ENGLISH SAPPHIC by ISAAC WATTS HUMAN PLEASURE OR PAIN by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS |