There is no fitter end than this.
No need is now to yearn nor sigh.
We know the glory that is his,
A glory that can never die.
Surely we knew it long before,
Knew all along that he was made
For a swift radiant morning, for
A sacrificing swift night-shade.
Published in Marlborough and Other Poems
In a letter to John Bain on 10 September 1915 Charles Sorley wrote
I have sent a verse to The Marlburian as my poor offering to the memory and praise of Sidney Woodroffe. My one thought when I opened the paper yesterday and read of his V.C. was “of course!” I knew it and had known it somehow all along!
https://archive.org/details/lettersofcharles00sorluoft p.308