Troilet

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There'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.

Identifier

4087.txt

Creator

Leighton, Roland (1895-1915)

Publisher

The First World War Poetry Digital Archive

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