Friday, January 20, 2017

Peace

A cool calm night,
And a glowing fire,
Then the stately toll of a chime,
Midst the stillness of thoughts
Seen through the haze of time;
Lingering vaguely the while
A soft dull light,
And a tall grand spire,
Bold, black ‘gainst the dusky sky,
An echo fading in space,
And the rising wind’s sigh
Crooning, lulling—then sleep.[1]




[1] This poem is by Leslie Phillips Jones. He was born in 1895 in Streatham, England to Mr. and Mrs. J. Phillips Jones. He entered the Mill Hill School in 1908, and later studied at Oriel College, Oxford. In the Great War he was commissioned a Regimental Lieutenant in the Royal Berks. Jones served in Gallipoli, and was killed in action there in 1915 (sources: Oxford Poetry, 1915; millhillatwar.org.uk)

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