Rose Macaulay Poems

When we fought campaigns (in the long Christmas rains)
With soldiers spread in troops on the floor,
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We lay and ate the sweet hurt-berries
In the bracken of Hurt Wood.
Like a quire of singers singing low
The dark pines stood.
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There was a shadow on the moon; I saw it poise and tilt and go
Its lonely way, and so I know that the blue velvet night will soon
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Cambridge town is a beleaguered city;
For south and north, like a sea,
There beat on its gates, without haste or pity,
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