Sic Transit
by Vera Brittain
Sic Transit was published in Brittain's collection, Verses of a V.A.D. in 1918.
(V.R., Died of Wounds, 2nd London General Hospital Chelsea, June 9th, 1917) I am so tired. The dying sun incarnadines the West, And every window with its gold is fired, And all I loved the best Is gone, and every good that I desired Passes away, an idle hopeless quest; Even the Highest whereto I aspired Has vanished with the rest. I am so tired. London, June 1917.
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