Herbert Asquith

(11 March 1881 - 5 August 1947 / London, England)

Herbert Asquith Poems

21. Love and Humour 4/30/2012
22. Jewels: A Young Man to a Merchant 4/30/2012
23. Fortune of War 4/30/2012
24. Ares God of War 4/30/2012
25. After the Salvo 4/30/2012
26. A Ship Sails up to Bideford 4/30/2012
27. A Dedication 4/30/2012

The Volunteer

Here lies a clerk who half his life had spent
Toiling at ledgers in a city grey,
Thinking that so his days would drift away
With no lance broken in life’s tournament:
Yet ever ’twixt the books and his bright eyes
The gleaming eagles of the legions came,
And horsemen, charging under phantom skies,
Went thundering past beneath the oriflamme.

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