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Edith Nesbit - To Her: In Time Of War
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Once I made for you songs,
Rondels, triolets, sonnets;
Verse that my love deemed due,
Verse that your love found fair.
Now the wide wings of war
Hang, like a hawk`s, over England,
Shadowing meadows and groves;
And the birds and the lovers are mute.

Yet there`s a thing to say
Before I go into battle,
Not now a poet`s word
But a man`s word to his mate:
Dear, if I come back never,
Be it your pride that we gave
The hope of our hearts, each other,
For the sake of the Hope of the World.
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