A Highland Regiment/From a War Station
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FROM A WAR STATION
To A. K. F.
IN Oxford now the lamps are lit.
The city bells ring low,
And up and down the silent town
The ghosts of friendship go.
With whispering laughs they meet and pass
As we were used to do,
And somewhere in the airy crowd
My spirit walks with you.
The troopers quarter in the rooms
That once were yours and mine,
And you are lying out to-night
Behind the firing-line.
But still in rooms that were our own
We wander, you and I,
And night and day our spirits walk
Along the empty High.