The ebb came
And I saw the dead eyes of the houses
And the jealousy of other forgotten things
That storm had not carried thence.
...
Night falls on the lone
Sahara, and spark by spark
Arabs I have not known
Light fires in the dark.
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I.
There is no wrath in the stars,
They do not rage in the sky;
I look from the evil wood
And find myself wondering why.
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I watch the doctors walking with the nurses to and fro
And i hear them softly talking in the garden where they go,
But i envy not their learning, nor their right of walking free,
For the emperor of Tartary has died for love of me.
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Not in the stone you smashed dwelt memory,
And not in stone are the Canadian dead
Immortal, but in hearts where they were bred
And in the country that they fought to free.
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I cannot see the end: I cannot see
When we will win or how. That being so
Let us go on, without attempt to know
In what month or what year that end will be.
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When smoke into aether went,
And dust along the highway whirled
With breezes from the downs of Kent,
And mists about the houses curled,
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