The Shrine

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The Shrine

THE first bright spears have pierced the armoured brown.
Broadened and drooped, and snowdrops speck the field:
The lengthening gaze of daylight looking down
Is shocked to see the hedge-row winter sealed
Sleeping in nakedness, and stirs her frame
And with the hawthorn bids her hide her shame.

Returning through the fields at evening hour
I lay before Thy shrine my offering.
My candle-flame a yellow crocus flower,
Its life but newly lit to Thee I bring
In thanks that I can see Thy guiding hand
In every flower that decorates the land.

Billets, France, March, 1917.

Title: The Shrine
Identifier: greatwar_moresongs2028

Item sets: More Songs By the Fighting Men

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