To A Private Soldier (Ewart Alan Mackintosh Poems)
The air is still, the light winds blowToo quietly to wake you now.Dreamer, you dream too well to know"Whose hand ...
The air is still, the light winds blowToo quietly to wake you now.Dreamer, you dream too well to know"Whose hand ...
When you and I are buriedWith grasses over head,The memory of our fights will standAbove this bare and tortured land,We ...
In the Glen where I was youngBlue-bell stems stood close together,In the evenings dew-drops hungClear as glass above the heather.I'd ...
Out on the hillside the wild birds crying,A little low wind and the white clouds flying,A little low wind from ...
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