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THE CROSS
{On the grave of an unknown British soldier, Givenchy, 1915.)
The cross is twined with gossamer,—
The cross some hand has shaped with care,
And by his grave the grasses stir But he is silent sleeping there.
The guns speak loud : he hears them not;
The night goes by : he does not know ; A lone white cross stands on the spot,
And tells of one who sleeps below.
The brooding night is hushed and still,
The crooning breeze draws quiet breath,
A star-shell flares upon the hill
And lights the lowly house of death.
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