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And so, farewell. All our sweet songs are sung,
Our red rose-garland's withered;
The sun-bright day -
Silver and blue and gold -
Wearied to sleep.
The shimmering evening, like a grey, soft bird,
Barred with the blood of sunset,
Has flown to rest
Under the scented wings
Of the dark-blue Night.
Our red rose-garland's withered;
The sun-bright day -
Silver and blue and gold -
Wearied to sleep.
The shimmering evening, like a grey, soft bird,
Barred with the blood of sunset,
Has flown to rest
Under the scented wings
Of the dark-blue Night.
Identifier
4088.txt
Creator
Leighton, Roland (1895-1915)
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Publisher
The First World War Poetry Digital Archive
Type
Poem
