Dark clouds are smouldering into red While down the craters morning burns. The dying soldier shifts his head To watch the glory that returns: He lifts his fingers toward the skies Where holy brightness breaks in flame; Radiance reflected in his eyes, And on his lips a whispered name.
Siegfried SassoonAbout author
- Author's profession: Poet
- Nationality: english
- Born: September 8, 1886
- Died: September 1, 1967
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