YESTERDAY LOST - by Ivor Gurney

YESTERDAY  LOST by   Ivor   Gurney What things I have missed today, I know very well, But the seeing of them each new time is miracle. Nothing between Bredon and Dursley has Any day yesterday's precise unpraisèd grace. The changed light, or curve changed mistily, Coppice, now bold cut, yesterday's mystery. A sense of mornings, once seen, for ever gone, Its own for ever: alive, dead, and my possession.