Lies buried in that Belgian grave.
O strong and patient, kind and true,
Valiant of heart, and clear of brain—
They cannot know the man we knew,
Our words go down the wind like rain.
O. W. F. L.
Tintern
Lies buried in that Belgian grave.
O strong and patient, kind and true,
Valiant of heart, and clear of brain—
They cannot know the man we knew,
Our words go down the wind like rain.
O. W. F. L.
Tintern