The War-Shadow.

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The War-Shadow.

I.
Last year I called this world of gaingivings
The darkest thinkable, and questioned sadly
If my own land could heave its pulse less gladly,
So charged it seemed with circumstance that brings
The tragedy of things.

II.
Yet at that censured time no heart was rent
Or feature blanched of parent, wife, or daughter
By hourly blazoned sheets of listed slaughter;
Death waited Nature's wont; Peace smiled unshent
From Ind to Occident.

THOMAS HARDY.

Title: The War-Shadow.
Identifier: greatwar_elliott041

Item sets: Lest We Forget

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