Easter Monday (In Memoriam E.T.) (1917) by Eleanor Farjeon
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Easter Monday is read by Costanza Lorini
In the last letter that I had from France You thanked me for the silver Easter egg Which I had hidden in the box of apples You liked to munch beyond all other fruit. You found the egg the Monday before Easter, And said, ‘I will praise Easter Monday now – It was such a lovely morning’. Then you spoke Of the coming battle and said, ‘This is the eve. Good-bye. And may I have a letter soon.’
That Easter Monday was a day for praise, It was such a lovely morning. In our garden We sowed our earliest seeds, and in the orchard The apple-bud was ripe. It was the eve. There are three letters that you will not get.
April 9th, 1917
