Sentry. - Poem by Bernard Shaw
Cold is the night air, The shadows deep,
Dawn is far from sight.
Ghost's of sleep tempt my watch,
On this cold and wintry night.
Hear I not the sound of foe,
Stealthily creeping nigh.
If only the light of day would show,
My time of watch gone by.
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