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Transcriber's Notes: Variations in spelling, punctuation and hyphenation have been retained except in obvious cases of typographical error: Ehere is not one... has been changed to There is not one...
BY HELEN HAY
DUCKWORTH AND CO. 3 HENRIETTA ST. COVENT GARDEN 1898
To my Father
A long grim corridor—a sullen bar
Of light athwart the darkness—where no fleet
Pale sunshine spreads for dark his winding sheet
A light, not born of noon nor placid star
Glows lurid thro' the gloom—while from afar,
Beats marching of innumerable feet.
Is this the place where tragic armies meet?
The throb of terror that presages war?—