White Cliffs (extracts)
Thou art a gem; and, set within a sea Of azure blue, thy white cliffs nobly rise. Rugged and yet beautiful they guard thee. Thou art too rare, thou art a wond’rous prize. Many’s the time thou hast been beset, …
Thou art a gem; and, set within a sea Of azure blue, thy white cliffs nobly rise. Rugged and yet beautiful they guard thee. Thou art too rare, thou art a wond’rous prize. Many’s the time thou hast been beset, …
(This anonymous poem was blown by the wind into a slit trench at El Agheila, Libya, during a heavy bombardment). Stay with me, God. The night is dark, The night is cold: my little spark Of courage dies. The night …