A Lingering Glory

Rome, in ceremony, a fading light,
A saint's pious hope, for celestial sight.
The Gothic king's presence, admired and grand,
Contemplating ruins, throughout the land.

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War poet whose visceral, anti-war verse exposed the horrors of trench warfare; killed one week before Armistice.

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