Yes, I have slain, and taken moving life
From bodies. Yea! And laughed upon the taking;
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Upon the threshold, red-eyed Murder stands,
Fresh from his slaughter-house of human meat,
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The night has come,, I feel the desert dew,
I lie in Afric's sands
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The world rolls wet with blood,
and the skinny hand of Death
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He lies forgotten 'neath the watching skies,
the blood upon his bayonet scarlet bright;
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Grey nights in the wind,
And the grey-faced dead.
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When my poor body died,--Alas!
I watched it topple down a hill
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Do you remember how we crept
Across out bedroom to our bed,
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"I wear a cross of bronze," he said,
"and men have told me I was brave."
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He lingers in the lazy grass
And talks of loneliness with trees,
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Swift with the dawn she rises, quick and cold,
Rattling the pebbles with her silver shoon,
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Uplift thy lyre, and touch the tender strings;
But leave unsung the epics of thy land
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"That just reminds me of a yarn," he said; And look for the body of Lofty Lane
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A moon upon a moonlit sea
To me thou art;
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A red-roofed house is shining to the skies;
A house red-roofed and brilliant in the wind:
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A silver cry is calling from a height Leaving the awful pause that follows song,
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A Cross is slanting ‘tween two withered trees -
I saw him first in peace, amid a crowd
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Again the clash is East, the Gates are barred.
The rolling echoes of of Troy arise
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And now that you are dead, - If I should die
Upon this ground,
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Be still. The bleeding night is in suspense
Of watchful agony and coloured thought,
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Beside the doors of a keen-lighted hall
I paused, and quite by chance
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Come in and tread thou quietly
Within the duskiness.
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Come not to me with loveliness
Across the crying hill;
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Every night I sleep, And every night I dream
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Everything seems lost and gone.
The world seems void; and I alone
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Go, false dawn, that cometh as a child
With yellow curls!
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He lay within a neat white-sheeted bed,
And stared at distance with his wide young eyes:-
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He pauses on his way, and gazing back across the desert ways of splintered steel
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He totters round and dangles those odd shapes
That were his legs. His eyes are never dim.
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Head-bowed I stood before the Gates of
God,
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