Treasure Island

Alice Duer Miller

(28 July 1874 - 22 August 1942 / New York City, New York)

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The White Cliffs


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I have loved England, dearly and deeply,
Since that first morning, shining and pure,
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  • John Silkstone (10/12/2009 4:56:00 PM)

    It’s great to read this poem again. A lot of people don’t realize that it was this poem that inspired the World War II song, ‘There’ll be blue birds over the white cliff of Dover. Released in 1942 and sung by the forces sweetheart Vera Lynn. The words where written by Nat Burton who had never seen England and the melody was by Walter Kent. (Report) Reply

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