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41
XXXIII.
[Ay as from dreams of some old glorious fight]
Ay as from dreams of some old glorious fight,Flags flying, and shaken steel, and mounds of slain,
A soldier starts, and feels his old wound pain
His tossing side: anon he sits upright
And rubs his lonely eyes in the dim night,
The glorious vision fading from his brain:
Only the sullen-throbbing pangs remain,
The unforgetful wound, the tear-dimmed sight.
So ofttimes having wandered in my sleep
By those loved lanes and hedgerows to our tryst,
I press the lids of thy great eyes, and weep
To feel against my heart thy wild heart leap
Once more—Night yawns—Where are the eyes I kissed?
The heart-aches and the tears are all I keep.
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