Waft on, thou upward breeze
From the warm south!
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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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The tangled twilight of your hair
Blew soft against my face,
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Come not to me with loveliness
Across the crying hill;
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Point thy battered prow to the dark shore
Thou hoary son of Erebus, and dip thy blades
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I lie by the garden wall,
Buried and all alone;
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He pauses on his way, and gazing back across the desert ways of splintered steel
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The iron is hidden in forgetfulness.
A smoothness comes to men and lies on lands.
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The black revolving depths have moved and stirred with news. their Lord has cried. "Send these, and these."
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See how he lies, still mighty in his ease, The fields' huge fear, the terrifying saint;
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This well-feigned trance, this still and stupored sleep
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The dazzling earth is rich with easy thrones. The corn is golden in the golden sun.
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Thou gazing face above the shifting sands! Oh, turn thy tearless eyes and answer me!
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The moving hours move slowly by the palms.
The lazy Nile laps softly as it flows.
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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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If you were here
these long grey fields of space
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The world rolls wet with blood,
and the skinny hand of Death
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If you could lie upon this berth, this berth whereon I lie,
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He lies forgotten 'neath the watching skies,
the blood upon his bayonet scarlet bright;
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Place that bayonet in my hand,
And fill this pouch with lead;
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We always had to do our work at night.
I wondered why we had to be so sly.
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Grey nights in the wind,
And the grey-faced dead.
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"I wear a cross of bronze," he said,
"and men have told me I was brave."
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Uplift thy lyre, and touch the tender strings;
But leave unsung the epics of thy land
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Strong from the hills it comes, and flowing rivers;
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Where will the song end? Here?
Here by the stretching arc
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Oh, I am lonely by a desert palm,
And dreaming, dreaming on the sands of thought
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Mars! Mars!
Thy clashing sword was keen
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Oh, dreams of France! Oh, faded dreams of France!
Ohm France, that I had ever dreamed of thee!
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