Herbert Asquith

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

Sunset - 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.

Though from the blackened grasses of the spring
The dead look up to where the swallow flies:
And in this woodland never a bird will sing-
The laughter lives within the sentry's eyes.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 30, 2012

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