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Over the flat slopes of St Eloi A wide wall of sand bags. Night, In the silence desultory men Pottering over small fires, cleani…
A touch of cold in the Autumn nig… I walked abroad, And saw the ruddy moon lean over a… Like a red-faced farmer. I did not stop to speak, but nodde…
Once, in finesse of fiddles found… In the flash of gold heels on the… Now see I That warmth’s the very stuff of po… Oh, God, make small
