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THE SOLDIER'S RETURN.
The warrior after years of war
Leant in a doorway, bent and gray.
He dared not enter, for he saw
Her children at their noisy play.
Leant in a doorway, bent and gray.
He dared not enter, for he saw
Her children at their noisy play.
‘Here, trembling at the love-word both,
Her first kiss touched me, ripe as May.
We plighted here eternal troth
That dawn of death I rode away.’
Her first kiss touched me, ripe as May.
We plighted here eternal troth
That dawn of death I rode away.’
‘A secret, sister, hear and keep.’
The boy within began to say,
‘I know what made our mother weep
To watch our sport the other day.
The boy within began to say,
‘I know what made our mother weep
To watch our sport the other day.
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‘She said, “Sweet death, be swift to me.
My lord's love died this many a day.”
Guess, who this cruel lord can be—’
The warrior sighed, and moved away.
My lord's love died this many a day.”
Guess, who this cruel lord can be—’
The warrior sighed, and moved away.
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