Sic Transit

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Sic Transit was published in Brittain's collection, Verses of a V.A.D. in 1918.
An illustration for the story Sic Transit by the author Vera Brittain
An illustration for the story Sic Transit by the author Vera Brittain
An illustration for the story Sic Transit by the author Vera Brittain
(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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