Big Ben Poem by A. P. Herbert

Big Ben



('Our lantern was extinguished . . .'—The Speaker)
'Extinguished?' No, Sir. Darkened for the fight,
Blacked-out, bombarded, bullied night and day,
The lamp of Parliament still kept alight
To show the sad lost Continent the way.
April 29, 1945

Tuesday, January 28, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: april,sad
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A. P. Herbert

A. P. Herbert

Ashtead, Surrey
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