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The dark bronze tigers crouch on either side
Where redcoats used to pass;
And round the bird-loved house where Mercer died,
And violets dusk the grass,
By Stony Brook that ran so red of old,
But sings of now,
To feed the old enemy's harvest fifty-fold
The green earth takes the plow.
The dark bronze tigers crouch on either side
Where redcoats used to pass;
And round the bird-loved house where Mercer died,
And violets dusk the grass,
By Stony Brook that ran so red of old,
But sings of now,
To feed the old enemy's harvest fifty-fold
The green earth takes the plow.
War Poetry - 1914-17
