THE far guns boom: shell-struck the church is rolled
Skyward athunder, dust of rose and gold:
The staring villa stands. So goes the War:
The limelight lives: extinguished is the star.
Fortune Of War
Herbert Asquith
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Poem topics: rose, star, war, gold, church, dust, skyward, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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