He's gone, and all our plans
Are useless indeed.
We'll walk no more on Cotswold
Where the sheep feed
Quietly and take no heed.
His body that was so quick
Is not as you
Knew it, on Severn river
Under the blue
Driving our small boat through.
You would not know him now ...
But still he died
Nobly, so cover him over
With violets of pride
The third stanza touches on the suffering of the soldier and his disfigurement, but the line ends with an  ellipsis , as if to veer away from reality. This creates a dramatic pause or  caesura , a moment of thought and a decision not to describe his friend’s injuries to his lover.
To his love