Poems of Herbert Asquith
|21.||The Silver Birch||4/30/2012|
|24.||To a Baby Found Paddling Near the Thames||4/30/2012|
|27.||Youth in the Skies||4/30/2012|
In this red havoc of the patient earth,
Though higher yet the tide of battle rise,
Now has the hero cast away disguise,
And out of ruin splendour comes to birth.
This is the field where Death and Honour meet,
And all the lesser company are low:
Pale Loveliness has left her mirror now
And walks the Court of Pain with silent feet.