Elegy For Dunkirk
Drop thy still dews of quietness
Till all our striving cease
Take from our souls the strain and stress
And let our ordered lives confess
The beauty of thy peace
The beauty of thy peace
Breathe through the heats of our desire
Thy coolness and thy balm
Let sense be dumb ,let flesh retire
Speak through the earthquake ,wind and fire
O still ,small voice of calm
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