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REINCARNATION.
The clanging fire-bells shook the air,The maddened crowd roared like the sea
And hurled its human waves 'gainst me—
Then through the smoke a face gleamed fair
A moment brief—and then the crash
As chariot wheels together dash;
Mad horses rear and plunge and scream—
It all comes back, an old, old dream,
The brutal shout that shakes the walls
As in the dust my chariot falls,
The yellow cloud of strangling dust
And I 'neath broken chariot thrust,
The cruel faces from the tiers—
Then through it all a face appears,
With pity sweet and white with fears,
There in the box where Cæsar sneers!
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