134 LIEUT. DYNELEY HUSSEY
��THINGS THAT WERE YOURS
These things were yours, these Httle simple things ; You touched them, used them one time, loved them well. Now you are gone, but still about them clings
The fragrance of your hands adorable. These childish books ; these learned works well- thumbed ; These time-stained prints; these comfortable chairs ; This music, and this album where you gummed Your childhood's treasure ; these Italian jars; This little cup blue-patterned ; this old bed ;
These sheets that whitely wrapt you slumbering ;
These garden-walks and autumn-tinted trees, That knew your laughter, and past numbering These blades of grass that bent beneath your tread : Because they once were yours, I love all these.
— Dyneley Hussey. (Lieut., 13th Bn. Lancashire Fusihers.)
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