And wilt thou sing the shadowy hosts that never march again? by Harry Kemp

And wilt thou sing the shadowy hosts that never march again?

Harry Kemp

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Where the vast cloudless sky was broken by one crow I sat upon a hill - all alone - long ago; But I never felt so lonely and so out of God's way, As here, where I brush elbows with a thousand every day.

long-ago lonely sky