A Marine to His Girl
The following poem was written for hisfiancee by Lieut. Stanley P. Wright '42,USMCR, who was killed in action in theSouth Pacific on November 13, 1943. Itoriginally appeared in the Ladies Home Journal and has since been widely reprinted and quoted. Mrs. Roosevelt recently devoted an installment of "My Day"to it.
From the damp of my foxhole, each night, Up through the restless, worrying jungle Into the heaven's shimmering light, I lean my weight to the emptiness, And reach strong over the ocean's arc, Groping with care to where you are, Into your windows where the dark Cold wind swirls and cries your loneliness.
Tenderly, tenderly I hold your love, Achingly kiss your sweet soft lips, But briefly, I am torn apart and above And back to this island's positiveness.
These nights, as through that window You pray for the moment when something More than my spirit returns, deeply know: Tomorrow must be greater than our selfishness.
