Fortune Of War Poem by Herbert Asquith

Fortune Of War

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THE far guns boom: shell-struck the church is rolled
Skyward athunder, dust of rose and gold:
The staring villa stands. So goes the War:
The limelight lives: extinguished is the star.

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