From Home
Some men there are who cannot spare A single tear until they feel The last cold pressure, and the heel Is stamped upon the outmost layer. And, waking, some will sigh to think The clouds have borrowed winter's wing, Sad winter, when the grasses spring No more about the fountain's brink. And some would call me coward fool: I lay a claim to better blood, But yet a heap of idle mud Hath power to make me sorrowful.
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"Some men there are who cannot spare..."
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