Upon the margin of a rugged shore
There is a spot now barren, desolate,
A place of graves, sodden with human gore
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Behind that long and lonely trenchèd line
To which men come and go, where brave men die,
There is a yet unmarked and unknown shrine,
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Reach out thy hands, thy spirit's hands to me
And pluck the Youth, the magic from my heart-
Magic of dreams whose sensibility
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Once in thy secret close, now almost bare,
Peace yielded up her bountiful largess;
The dawn dropp'd sunshine thro' thy leafy dress;
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Hushed is the shriek of hurtling shells: and hark!
Somewhere within that bit of soft blue sky-
Grand in his loneliness, his ecstasy,
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He died for love of race: because the blood
Of Northern freeman swell'd his veins: arose
True to tradition that like mountain stood
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No splendid show of solemn funeral rite,
No stricken mourners following his bier,
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Those whom I've known, admired, ardently friended
Lie silent there wrapp'd in a soldier's shroud;
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I hear thy voice in the lonely pines
When the winds arise in their unknown lair;
In the rush of waves in the caves' confines;
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A breath of wind; a fragrant memory;
Soft music and the magic of a song;
A night beneath whose moonlight pale and strong
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