Herbert Asquith

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

Fortune Of War - Poem by Herbert Asquith

THE far guns boom: shell-struck the church is rolled
Skyward athunder, dust of rose and gold:
The staring villa stands. So goes the War:
The limelight lives: extinguished is the star.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 30, 2012

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