[BNP/E3, 49A2 – 64]

V.

7-8-08.

At Home…

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The day of the combat is come

And I, ill in body and brain,

Must rest with the women at home

And poison my soul with more pain

The pain of the useless and worn

Is there more to weep, is there more to mourn?

Ah well for the fallen in the fight

From the ill in the toils of its trend

They can call their darkest lot bright

Of[1] a will, of a † of an end

On a purpose wild, lost or won

Of[2] an effect {…} of task begun.

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Not I. I must rest with the eyes

Of my scorn for my weakness that stare

Useless, a dreamer that lies

At the will of disease and care

‘Tis no fault, ‘tis no error I know

But since all is not so, why should it[3] be so?

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[1] Of /On\/By\/With\
[2] Of /In\
[3] is /are\ not so, why should it /I\