Katherine Hale,
The White Comrade, and Other Poems
“ And slowly, slowly conquered the strong pain. And René saw the khaki melt away Until the Comrade seemed all wrapt in white As though sheer light had woven a robe for him, And his strong eyes gleamed like an azure flame, And he held René through the bitter night, Until the stretcher-bearers came at dawn. "So the White Comrade often comes, my friends," He said to us, and smiling, mused awhile. "These fields are not so difficult in death; Whether we live or die it all seems one. He has come back to us because we die As He did, long ago, for love of man." ”
