First World War Poetry Digital Archive

Troilet

TROILET by ROLAND LEIGHTON

There's a sob on the sea And the old year is dying. Borne on night wings to me There's a sob on the sea, And for what could not be The great World-heart is sighing. There's a sob on the sea, And the old year is dying.

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