Collected Poems 1897 - 1907 by Henry Newbolt
page 57 of 109 (52%)
page 57 of 109 (52%)
![]() | ![]() |
|
"O Captains unforgot," they cried,
"Come you again or come no more, Across the world you keep the pride, Across the world we mark the score." By The Hearth-Stone By the hearth-stone She sits alone, The long night bearing: With eyes that gleam Into the dream Of the firelight staring. Low and more low The dying glow Burns in the embers; She nothing heeds And nothing needs--- Only remembers. Peace |
|