Siegfried Sassoon (1886–1967). The Old Huntsman and Other Poems. 1918.

18. To His Dead Body

WHEN roaring gloom surged inward and you cried,

Groping for friendly hands, and clutched, and died,

Like racing smoke, swift from your lolling head

phantoms of thought and memory thinned and fled.

Yet, though my dreams that throng the darkened stair

Can bring me no report of how you fare,

Safe quit of wars, I speed you on your way

Up lonely, glimmering fields to find new day,

Slow-rising, saintless, confident and kind—

Dear, red-faced father God who lit your mind.