17 MARCH 1944, Page 9

VOLTURNO CROSSING

VOLTURNO river, hush thy song, Now gently lead thy flood among Grey banks, wan meadows, moonlit trees ; List to my pleas.

I found a friend embracing thee. He lay as drowsy lovers lie— While we our nightlong vigil kept, Rotting he slept.

Soft by his little cross flow on Nor laugh: he's laid his laughter down. Between more crosses to the south Sigh thy sad mouth,

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