Embrace me, then, ye hills, and close me in
now in the clear and open day I feel
your guardianship; I take it to my heart;
Tis like the solemn shelter of the night
Un artiste travaille sur un masque pour un soldat blessé ayant des blessures au visage face à un mur de moulages de visages d’autres soldats blessés, Paris, c. 1918.
An artist works on a mask for a wounded soldier with facial injuries in front of a wall of casts of other wounded soldiers’ faces, Paris, c. 1918.
