No Mourning, By Request by Winifred Holtby

Come not to mourn for me with solemn tread
Clad in dull weeds of sad and sable hue,
Nor weep because my tale of life’s told through.
Casting light dust on my untroubled head.
Nor linger near me while the sexton fills
My grave with earth – but go gay-garlanded,
And in your halls a shining banquet spread
And gild your chambers o’er with daffodils.

Fill your tall goblets with white wine and red,
And sing brave songs of gallant love and true,
Wearing soft robes of emerald and blue,
And dance, as I your dances oft have led,
And laugh, as I have often laughed with you –
And be most merry – after I am dead.

From: Brittain, Vera, Testament of Friendship, 2012, Hachette Digital: London, p. 1.
(http://books.google.com.au/books?id=ZWoeyaMNCtoC&printsec=frontcover&dq=testament+of+friendship&hl=en&sa=X&ei=kWavT9CmOe6diAeMzL2ACQ&ved=0CDYQ6AEwAA#v=onepage&q=testament%20of%20friendship&f=false)

Date: 1923

By: Winifred Holtby (1898-1935)

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