More Songs by the Fighting Men
They reach the roadside; and, leaning over,
Wait for your coming. A swerving flash
Through their clutching fingers—then dreaming clover,
And corn amazed at your passing dash
Over the bridge as the water glides black
Darker than death in a dream: then pales.
The enchanted ground from the village slides back.
Voices and lights: and the magic fails.
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