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And to those themselves who sank in the sea!
Have you outstript the rest?
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I take part, I see and hear the whole, The cries, curses, roar, the plaudits for well-aim'd shots, The ambulanza slowly passing trailing its red drip, Workmen searching after damages, making indispensable repairs, The fall of grenades through the rent roof, the fan-shaped explosion, The.
That I could forget the trickling tears and the blows of the bludgeons and hammers!
I dote on myself, there is that lot of me and all so luscious, Each moment and whatever happens thrills me with joy, I cannot tell how my ankles bend, nor whence the cause of my faintest wish, Nor the cause of the friendship.
Earth of departed sunset-earth of the mountains misty-topt!Root of wash'd sweet-flag!Turn the bed-clothes christian dating site for single forældre toward the foot of the bed, Let the physician and the priest go home.I lie in the night air in my red shirt, the pervading hush is for my sake, Painless after all I lie exhausted finde par but not so unhappy, White and beautiful are the faces around me, the heads are bared of their fire-caps, The kneeling crowd.To behold the day-break!