Author Wilfrid Wilson Gibson He's gone. I do not understand: I only know That as he turned to go And waved his hand In his young eyes a sudden glory shone, And I was dazzled by a sunset glow, And he was gone. 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