Nina Murdoch Poems

There has been wrong done since the world began.
That young men should go out and die in war,
And lie face down in the dust for a brief span,
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Sing a Song of War-time,
Soldiers marching by,
Crowds of people standing,
Waving them ‘Good-bye’,
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The road that leads to Braemar winds ever in and out.
It wanders here and dawdles there, and trips and turns about
Like a child upon an errand that play has put to rout.
By the road that leads to Braemar, the greybeard poplars stand,
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