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XX
She stripped the gold hoops from each hand
From wrists, from arms and nothing said,
But laid them gently by the dead:
Then beckoned quiet, quick command.
From wrists, from arms and nothing said,
But laid them gently by the dead:
Then beckoned quiet, quick command.
“Pass on, on, on, at any cost,
Not one brief moment to be lost!”
Then on, on, on, fast and more fast,
And she, alone, the very last,
Until, just at the break of day—
Were ever bugle notes so clear?
Was ever dinner-horn so dear?
We heard, we heard our horses neigh!
Not one brief moment to be lost!”
Then on, on, on, fast and more fast,
And she, alone, the very last,
Until, just at the break of day—
Were ever bugle notes so clear?
Was ever dinner-horn so dear?
We heard, we heard our horses neigh!
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