VE Day Poem

w the great vision whe
rough blow and savage years as
at summit which we willed we not achieve,
red certainty deposes the unknown ;
hrough dragma country midnight - Hack wt went,
Where one
Apollyon had us much in mind,
And set whatever deaths he could iment,
Above , bencath, about. That lies behind
A widening wonder glitters on our view;
mi' aurpast; mce more we have come throw
Imma measurdless