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Reconciliation

Margaret Sackville

When all the stress and all the toil is over,
And my lover lies sleeping by your lover,
With alien earth on hands and brows and feet,
          Then we may meet.

Moving sorrowfully with uneven paces,
The bright sun shining on our ravaged faces,
There, very quietly, without sound or speech,
           Each shall greet each.

We who are bound by the same grief for ever,
When all our sons are dead may talk together,
Each asking pardon from the other one
          For her dead son.

With such low, tender words the heart may fashion,
Broken and few, of kindness and compassion,
Knowing that we disturb at every tread
          Our mutual dead.


Margaret Sackville

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bereavement death in battle English remembrance World War I

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from Pageant of War (1916)

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Margaret Sackville1881 - 1963

Margaret Sackville was a poet and activist in support of poetry for the first half of the 20th century, and a pacifist whose views coloured  her First World War poetry. 
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