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First Line: Is it far to the town?' said the poet
Last Line: Fame at his crumbled head.
Subject(s): Poetry & Poets; World War I; First World War


'Is it far to the town?' said the poet,
As he stood 'neath the groaning vane,
And the warm lights shimmered silver
On the skirts of the windy rain.
'There are those who call me,' he pleaded,
'And I'm wet and travel-sore.'
But nobody spoke from the shelter,
And he turned from the bolted door.

And they wait in the town for the poet
With stones at the gates, and jeers,
But away on the wolds of distance
In the blue of a thousand years
He sleeps with the age that knows him,
In the clay of the unborn, dead,
Rest at his weary insteps,
Fame at his crumbled head.




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