The Fallen Subaltern (Herbert Ashley Asquith Poems)
The starshells float above, the bayonets glisten; We bear our fallen friend without a sound; Below the waiting legions lie ...
The starshells float above, the bayonets glisten; We bear our fallen friend without a sound; Below the waiting legions lie ...
NOW that the soul has left its throne Behind your mortal eyes,And light, and colour and sound are gone From the body's ...
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