Alfred Noyes Quotes

He was once our trumpeter, now his bugle's dumb, Pile your arms beneath it, for the owlet light is come, We'll wander through the roses where we marched of old with Peterkin, We'll search the summer sunset where the Hybla beehives hum, And - if we meet a fairy there - we'll ask for news of Peterkin.
Alfred Noyes
Alfred Noyes

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