Siegfried Sassoon,
Picture Show — To a Very Wise Man
“ I'm but a bird at dawn that cries 'chink, chink'—A garden-bird that warbles in the rain.And you're the flying-man, the speck that steersA careful course far down the verge of day,Half-way across the world. Above the yearsYou soar. . .Is death so bad? . . ”
