The White Comrade (Robert Haven Schauffler Poems)
Under our curtain of fire,Over the clotted clods,We charged, to be withered, to reelAnd despairingly wheelWhen the bugles bade us ...
Under our curtain of fire,Over the clotted clods,We charged, to be withered, to reelAnd despairingly wheelWhen the bugles bade us ...
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