“Aye: though we hunted high and low, And hunted everywhere, Of the three men's fate we found no trace Of any kind in any place, But a door ajar, and an untouched meal, And an overtoppled chair.” — Wilfrid Wilson Gibson Copy Share Image
We who are left, how shall we look again Happily on the sun or feel the rain Without remembering how they who went Ungrudgingly… — Wilfrid Wilson Gibson Copy Share Image
“Aye: though we hunted high and low, And hunted everywhere, Of the three men's fate we found no trace Of any kind in any… — Wilfrid Wilson Gibson Copy Share Image
