<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507143" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sospan Fach</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(The Little Saucepan)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Four collier lads from Ebbw Vale<br>Took shelter from a shower of hail,<br>And there beneath a spreading tree<br>Attuned their mouths to harmony.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With smiling joy on every face<br>Two warbled tenor, two sang bass,<br>And while the leaves above them hissed with<br>Rough hail, they started 'Aberystwyth.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Old Parry's hymn, triumphant, rich,<br>They changed through with even pitch,<br>Till at the end of their grand noise<br>I called: 'Give us the 'Sospan' boys!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who knows a tune so soft, so strong,<br>So pitiful as that 'Saucepan' song<br>For exiled hope, despaired desire<br>Of lost souls for their cottage fire?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then low at first with gathering sound<br>Rose their four voices, smooth and round,<br>Till back went Time: once more I stood<br>With Fusiliers in Mametz Wood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fierce burned the sun, yet cheeks were pale,<br>For ice hail they had leaden hail;<br>In that fine forest, green and big,<br>There stayed unbroken not one twig.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They sang, they swore, they plunged in haste,<br>Stumbling and shouting through the waste;<br>The little 'Saucepan' flamed on high,<br>Emblem of hope and ease gone by.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rough pit-boys from the coaly South,<br>They sang, even in the cannon's mouth;<br>Like Sunday's chapel, Monday's inn,<br>The death-trap sounded with their din.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">***</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The storm blows over, Sun comes out,<br>The choir breaks up with jest and shout,<br>With what relief I watch them part--<br>Another note would break my heart!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Graves">Robert Graves</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507143" data-title="Sospan Fach de Robert Graves" data-description="(The Little Saucepan) Four collier lads from Ebbw Vale Took shelter from a shower of hail, And there beneath a spreading tree Attuned their mouths to harmony. With smiling joy on every face Two warbled tenor, two sang bass, And while the leaves..."></div> </div> </div>

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