I am listening for the voices
Which I heard in days of old.
A soldier of the Legion lay dying in Algiers;
There was lack of woman’s nursing, there was dearth of woman’s tears.
Every poet hopes that after-times
Shall set some value on his votive lay.
I am listening for the voices
Which I heard in days of old.
A soldier of the Legion lay dying in Algiers;
There was lack of woman’s nursing, there was dearth of woman’s tears.
Every poet hopes that after-times
Shall set some value on his votive lay.