Author Wilfrid Wilson Gibson She must go back, she said,Because she'd not had time to make the bed:We'd hurried her awaySo roughly. … And, for all that we could say,She broke from us and passedInto the night, shells falling thick and fast. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments