Thinking of K.H.S.

All loss brings us to character.

Real loss implies some dear

Distinct mind and figure; thus to recall

Nervous, kind, clear

Vignettes is as important as it is moving.

But when we should have begun

To see life standing with death white at its shoulder

And have realized that this living

Woman should have been welcomed face

To face, I cannot now

Say. Our lives were rivercraft which turned

Up different streams to lose

Touch. Then in our humdrum health

We looked toward old affection:

Only to be brought up short by the unyielding

Grey sentence of your death.