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- In this lone, open glade I lie,
Screen'd by deep boughs on either hand;44 lines - Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts,
Thick breaks the red flame;52 lines, 1 comment - Weary of myself, and sick of asking
What I am, and what I ought to be,38 lines, 3 comments - Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet,
Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet!98 lines, 5 comments
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