War Days in Brittany

by Elsie Deming Jarves

Where giant cliffs come down to the sea

To lave their feet in the long green tide;

Atlantic rollers, huge and free,

Beat high on the coast of Brittany!

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Sing of the pearly sky hung low,

Of verdant forests girding the land!

Where heather and gorse on the hillsides glow,

The long gray lines of the Menhir stand,

Guarding their secret constantly