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70 ALICE CORBIN
��FALLEN
He was wounded and he fell in the midst of hoarse
shouting. The tide passed, and the waves came and whispered
about his ankles. Far off he heard a cock crow — children laughing. Rising at dawn to greet the storm of petals Shaken from apple-boughs ; he heard them cry. And turned again to find the breast of her. And sank confused with a little sigh . . . Thereafter water running, and a voice That seemed to stir and flutter through the trenches And set dead lips to talking . . .
Wreckage was mingled with the storm of petals . . .
He felt her near him, and the weight dropped off — Suddenly ...
— Alice Corhin.
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