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so fallen
this is the ship of pearl
my soul is a dark ploughed field
often is it not so?
skies they were ashen and sober
by the rude bridge
i think it just splendid
when sea-winds pierced our solitudes
we who stood
muffled drum's sad roll has beat
and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
there was never a sound beside the wood but one
within this lowly grave a conqueror lies

 



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