Chapter 3

Copyright, 1921, byJohn BennettPrinted in U. S. A.

Copyright, 1921, byJohn BennettPrinted in U. S. A.

TO

TO

... You, and you, and you,... who have gone greatly hereIn friendship, making some delight, some trueSong in the dark, some story against fear.... Lovers yet shall tell the nightingaleSometimes a song that we of old time made,And gossips gathered at the twilight aleShall say, “Those two were friends,” or “UnafraidOf bitter thoughts were those because they lovedBetter than most.”... There in the midst of all those words shall beOur names, our ghosts, our immortality.—John Drinkwater.

... You, and you, and you,... who have gone greatly hereIn friendship, making some delight, some trueSong in the dark, some story against fear.... Lovers yet shall tell the nightingaleSometimes a song that we of old time made,And gossips gathered at the twilight aleShall say, “Those two were friends,” or “UnafraidOf bitter thoughts were those because they lovedBetter than most.”... There in the midst of all those words shall beOur names, our ghosts, our immortality.—John Drinkwater.

... You, and you, and you,... who have gone greatly hereIn friendship, making some delight, some trueSong in the dark, some story against fear.

... You, and you, and you,

... who have gone greatly here

In friendship, making some delight, some true

Song in the dark, some story against fear.

... Lovers yet shall tell the nightingaleSometimes a song that we of old time made,And gossips gathered at the twilight aleShall say, “Those two were friends,” or “UnafraidOf bitter thoughts were those because they lovedBetter than most.”

... Lovers yet shall tell the nightingale

Sometimes a song that we of old time made,

And gossips gathered at the twilight ale

Shall say, “Those two were friends,” or “Unafraid

Of bitter thoughts were those because they loved

Better than most.”

... There in the midst of all those words shall beOur names, our ghosts, our immortality.

... There in the midst of all those words shall be

Our names, our ghosts, our immortality.

—John Drinkwater.

—John Drinkwater.

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