THE ACTOR-SOLDIER
On the grass I'm lying,
My blanket is the sky;
This feeling is called dying.
My blanket is the sky;
This feeling is called dying.
No one will testify
They saw me suffer this;—
There's no one passing by.
They saw me suffer this;—
There's no one passing by.
The wonder of it is,
I'm by myself at last
With plain realities.
I'm by myself at last
With plain realities.
No one is here to cast
A part for me to play;
My term of life is past.
A part for me to play;
My term of life is past.
No one is here to see
How I can meet and take
This end;—how gallantly—
How I can meet and take
This end;—how gallantly—
Though the ice that binds a lake
Must weigh less heavily
Than Death to my soul awake.
Must weigh less heavily
Than Death to my soul awake.
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