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To Her: in Time of War ONCE I made for you songs, Rondels, triolets, sonnets; Verse that my love deemed due, Verse that your love found fair. Now the wide wings of war Hang, like a hawk’s, over England, Shadowing meadows and groves; And the birds and the lovers are mute. Yet there’s a thing to say Before I go into battle, Not now a poet’s word But a man’s word to his mate: Dear, if I come back never, Be it your pride that we gave The hope of our hearts, each other, For the sake of the Hope of the World. 1915 Edith Nesbit's other poems: Распечатать (Print) Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1222 |
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