HOODED in angry mist, the sun goes down:
Steel-gray the clouds roll out across the Sea:
Is this a Kingdom? Then give Death the crown,
For here no emperor hath won, save He.
Though from the blackened grasses of the spring
The dead look up to where the swallow flies:
And in this woodland never a bird will sing-
The laughter lives within the sentry's eyes.
Sunset
Herbert Asquith
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Poem topics: death, laughter, never, sea, spring, sun, bird, steel, crown, angry, save, kingdom, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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