| Child With Veteran... Robert Graves... |
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You were a child and I your veteran; An age of violence lay between us, Yet both claimed citizenship of the same land Conversing in our own soft, hidden language, Often by signs alone. |
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Our eyelids closed, little by little, And we fell chained in an enchantment Heavier than any known or dreamed before, Groping in darkness for each other's fingers Lifting them to our lips. |
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Here brooded power beyond comparison, Tremendous as a thousand bee-stings Or a great volley of steel-tipped arrows With which to take possession of a province That no one could deny us, For the swift regeneration of dead souls And the pride of those undead. |
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