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XII
The Approach
1. In the Grass: Halt by the Wayside
IN my tired, helpless body
I feel my sunk heart ache;
But suddenly, loudly
The far, the great guns shake.
Is it sudden terror
Burdens my heart? My hand
Flies to my head. I listen. . .
And do not understand.
Is death so near, then?
From this blazing light,
Do I plunge suddenly
Into vortex? Night?
Guns again! the quiet
Shakes at the vengeful voice. . .
It is terrible pleasure.
I do not fear; I rejoice.
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