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When I was small, a Woman died— Today—her Only Boy Went up from the Potomac— His face all Victory To look at her—How slowly The Seasons must have turned Till Bullets clipt an Angle And He passed quickly round— If…
When I hoped, I recollect Just the place I stood— At a Window facing West— Roughest Air—was good— Not a Sleet could bite me— Not a frost could cool— Hope it was that kept me warm— Not Merino shawl— When…
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