Trying to save myself a trip . . .

[CreamyLady]

This is SO lazy of me, but I'll ask anyway.

At the end of the book "Testament of Youth," Vera Britten used a poem written by her fiance -- killed in WWI -- as a chapter heading. The last line of the poem is this:

"For daisies are truer than passion flowers/
And it is better so."

I need to find the full text of the poem, and the author's name. I once had that blinking book, but I suspect it was in the box that never made it from my old apartment 10 years ago, because I can't find it.

Does anyone have it, and if so, could you give me the text and author? Thank you!

 

[RonG]

I don't have the text but her fiancee was Roland Leighton. Maybe a search around him will scare up the rest of the poem.

 

[CreamyLady]

Thank you. That should save me a trip to our local library, the parking for which is an exercise in terror.

 

[Mischka]

The sunshine on the long white road
That ribboned down the hill,
The velvet clematis that clung
Around your window-sill,
Are waiting for you still.

Again the shadowed pool shall break
In dimples round your feet,
And when the thrush sings in your wood,
Unknowing you may meet
Another Stranger, Sweet.

And if he is not quite so old
As the boy you used to know,
And less proud, too, and worthier,
You may not let him go-
(And daisies are truer than passion-flowers)
It will be better so.

-Roland Leighton

 

[CreamyLady]

Thank you so VERY much. It is such a beautiful poem, and fits what we're writing perfectly.