64537: Troilet
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posted on 2024-05-02, 15:13 authored by First World War Poetry Digital Archive Project TeamThere's a sob on the sea
And the old year is dying.
Borne on night wings to me
There's a sob on the sea,
And for what could not be
The great World-heart is sighing.
There's a sob on the sea,
And the old year is dying.
