Herbert Asquith

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

Nightfall - Poem by Herbert Asquith

Hooded in angry mist, the sun goes down:
Steel-gray the clouds roll out across the sea:
Is this a Kingdom? Then give Death the crown,
For here no emperor hath won, save He.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 30, 2012



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