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IN CLOUDS DESCENDING, IN MIDNIGHT SLEEP.
1
IN clouds descending, in midnight sleep, of many a face of
anguish,
Of the look at first of the mortally wounded — of that inde- scribable look;
Of the dead on their backs, with arms extended wide, I dream, I dream, I dream.
Of the look at first of the mortally wounded — of that inde- scribable look;
Of the dead on their backs, with arms extended wide, I dream, I dream, I dream.
2
Of scenes of nature, the fields and the mountains;
Of the skies, so beauteous after the storm — and at night the moon so unearthly bright,
Shining sweetly, shining down, where we dig the trenches and gather the heaps, I dream, I dream, I dream.
Of the skies, so beauteous after the storm — and at night the moon so unearthly bright,
Shining sweetly, shining down, where we dig the trenches and gather the heaps, I dream, I dream, I dream.
3
Long have they pass'd, long lapsed — faces and trenches
and fields;
Long through the carnage I moved with a callous compos- ure — or away from the fallen,
Onward I sped at the time — But now of their forms at night, I dream, I dream, I dream.
Long through the carnage I moved with a callous compos- ure — or away from the fallen,
Onward I sped at the time — But now of their forms at night, I dream, I dream, I dream.
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