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After The War

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Last Post sounded     Across the mead     To where he loitered     With absent heed.     Five years before     In the evening there     Had flown that call     To him and his Dear.     "You'll never come back;     Good-bye!" she had said;     "Here I'll be living,     And my Love dead!"     Those closing minims     Had been as shafts darting     Through him and her pressed     In that last parting;     They thrilled him not now,     In the selfsame place     With the selfsame sun     On his war-seamed face.     "Lurks a god's laughter     In this?" he said,     "That I am the living     And she the dead!"

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