Page:Marlborough and other poems, Sorley, 1919.djvu/71

 He watched the river running black

Beneath the blacker sky.

He pulled his coat about his back,

He did not strive nor cry.

He put his foot upon the track

That still went gliding by.

The thing that never travels back

Received him silently.

And there was left no shred, no wrack

To show the reason why:

Only the river running black

Beneath the blacker sky.

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