Sword Of Samar Poem by Jerome Brooke

Sword Of Samar



Prince of Shades, see your Lady, at your feet,
Captive of seeming.
Beauty she sees, a god among us, love gazes,
Love pure, fleeting.

Love below you, eyes of a peasant,
Girl in rags, low of the land.
Hate, envy, pity, all weave the web,
Pass on with your band

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Jerome Brooke

Jerome Brooke

Evansville, Indiana
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