29 MARCH 1986, Page 28
Night lights
In Italy over the graves Of those not yet long dead At dusk the small lights wave And each seems tenderly set To comfort a slumbering child Not used to the dark night yet.
Josephine Brocklesby
In Italy over the graves Of those not yet long dead At dusk the small lights wave And each seems tenderly set To comfort a slumbering child Not used to the dark night yet.
Josephine Brocklesby