Robert W. Service,
Rhymes of a Red-Cross Man — The Convalescent
(1916)
“ The Convalescent. . . So I walked among the willows very quietly all night;There was no moon at all, at all; no timid star alight;There was no light at all, at all; I wint from tree to tree,And I called him as his mother called, but he nivver answered me.Oh I called him all the night-time, as I walked the wood alone;And I listened and I listened, but I nivver heard a moan;Then I found him at the dawnin', when the sorry sky was red:I was lookin' for the livin', but I only found the dead. ”
