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DEATH OR YOU.
(“Night or Blucher.” Wellington at Waterloo.)
“Night or Blucher!” O'er the blood-stained field,
Through the stress and strain of Waterloo
Sounds the cry of him who would not yield—
And my cry is, sweetheart, Death or you!
Through the terror and the stress of life,
“Death or you” is ever on my lips—
Hear me, sweetest—hear me, perfect wife—
Help me through our love-sun's dark eclipse.
Through the stress and strain of Waterloo
Sounds the cry of him who would not yield—
And my cry is, sweetheart, Death or you!
Through the terror and the stress of life,
“Death or you” is ever on my lips—
Hear me, sweetest—hear me, perfect wife—
Help me through our love-sun's dark eclipse.
“Night or Blucher!” Death or you, my sweet!
Which, I wonder, which, would help me most—
Sound of some one's gentle helpful feet,
Or Queen Death, the gentle helpful ghost?
Be that as it may—forth sounds my cry—
Death or you—upon the midnight breeze—
Oh, God, help—love, help me, for I die,
Smitten by slow piercing agonies!
Which, I wonder, which, would help me most—
Sound of some one's gentle helpful feet,
Or Queen Death, the gentle helpful ghost?
Be that as it may—forth sounds my cry—
Death or you—upon the midnight breeze—
Oh, God, help—love, help me, for I die,
Smitten by slow piercing agonies!
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“Night or Blucher!” Ah, the day was hot,
Cool and full of hope the even seemed—
Help was on its swift march to the spot—
Of that help or night the Leader dreamed.
Surely all my day of fiercest pain
Equals or surpasses Waterloo—
Surely through the anguish and the strain,
I may sigh forth, sweetheart—Death or you.
Cool and full of hope the even seemed—
Help was on its swift march to the spot—
Of that help or night the Leader dreamed.
Surely all my day of fiercest pain
Equals or surpasses Waterloo—
Surely through the anguish and the strain,
I may sigh forth, sweetheart—Death or you.
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