The Pact of Locarno — a Cloud of Wintesses
A white cloud floated o'er the Lake,
And from its mist the Dead Men spake,
Saying: " We perished for your sake. "
The white cloud floated overhead,
Bastioned with flame and laced with red:
" This is our Pact, " the Dead Men said.
Out of the cloud the Dead Men came,
And to the Pact each put his name,
Written in tears, and blood, and flame.
And from its mist the Dead Men spake,
Saying: " We perished for your sake. "
The white cloud floated overhead,
Bastioned with flame and laced with red:
" This is our Pact, " the Dead Men said.
Out of the cloud the Dead Men came,
And to the Pact each put his name,
Written in tears, and blood, and flame.
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