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The Volunteer

Rating: 3.1
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;
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Susan Williams 31 July 2016
We do each dream of glory, each in our own way and it is pleasant to see a poet which the courage to divulge this and the skill to make it so poetically beautiful.
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Edward Kofi Louis 31 July 2016
Those waiting dreams are now satisfied! ! Nice work.
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Asis Biswas 31 July 2016
i think everyone does the same. hope and try to gain.its all the time a battle for we all clerk, as poet herbet has written in his poem.
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