Alexander Robertson Poems

In dream I saw the men whom once I knew,
Whom in the by-gone year the Teuton slew,
Or Turk or Bulgar - those who sacrificed
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Soon is the night of our faring to regions unknown,
There not to flinch at the challenge suddenly thrown
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These waters saw the gilded galleys come
From the red east: the oarsmen cast their gaze
Upon its brightness, and recalled the blaze
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Quiet thou didst stand at thine appointed place,
There was no press to purchase - younger grace
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