«Epitaphs of the War». 1914-1918. 11. Pelicans in the Wilderness A Grave near Halfa The blown sand heaps on me, that none may learn Where I am laid for whom my children grieve... O wings that beat at dawning, ye return Out of the desert to your young at eve! |
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