Herbert Asquith Poems
- The Volunteer Here lies a clerk who half his life had spent ...
- The Fallen Subaltern The starshells float above, the bayonets...
- Ares God Of War UNDER the stars the armies lie ...
- The Frowning Cliff The sea has a laugh And the cliff a ...
- A Ship Sails Up To Bideford A ship sails up to ...
- Nightfall Hooded in angry mist, the sun goes ...
- The Silver Birch O SILVER one, O silver one, Above the ...
Herbert Asquith was an English poet, novelist and lawyer.
He was the second son of H. H. Asquith, British Prime Minister — with whom he is frequently confused — and younger brother of Raymond Asquith. His wife Lady Cynthia Asquith, whom he married in 1910, the daughter of Hugo Richard Charteris, 11th Earl of Wemyss (1857–1937), was also a writer.
Asquith was greatly affected by his service with the Royal Artillery in World War I. His poems include "The Volunteer" and "The Fallen Subaltern", the latter being a tribute to fallen soldiers. His books include "Roon" and "Young Orland". more »
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Here lies a clerk who half his life had spent
Toiling at ledgers in a city grey,
Thinking that so his days would drift away
With no lance broken in life’s tournament:
Yet ever ’twixt the books and his bright eyes
The gleaming eagles of the legions came,
And horsemen, charging under phantom skies,
Went thundering past beneath the oriflamme.
And now those waiting dreams are satisfied;
From twilight to the halls of dawn he went;
His lance is broken; but he lies content
With that high hour, in which he lived and ...