Nurse Edith Cavell
Two o’clock, the morning of October 12th, 1915
To her accustomed eyes
The midnight-morning brought not such a dread
As thrills the chance-awakened head that lies
In trivial sleep on the habitual bed.
’Twas yet some hours ere light;
And many, many, many a break of day
Had she outwatched the dying; but this night
Shortened her vigil was, briefer the way.
By dial of the clock
’Twas day in the dark above her lonely head.
“This day thou shalt be with Me.” Ere the cock
Announced that day she met the Immortal Dead.