29 August 2009

He lived to comb white hair, whereas his brothers and nephews did not, observed Christopher Dodd. He referenced this Yeats stanza (click title for the complete poem)from:

In Memory of Major Robert Gregory

XI
Some burn damp faggots, others may consume
The entire combustible world in one small room
As though dried straw, and if we turn about
The bare chimney is gone black out
Because the work had finished in that flare.
Soldier, scholar, horseman, he,
As 'twere all life's epitome.
What made us dream that he could comb grey hair?


William Butler Yeats

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