Page:The Dream, John Masefield, 1922.djvu/13

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WEARY with many thoughts I went to bed
And lay for hours staring at the night,
Thinking of all the millions of the dead
Who used man's flesh, as I, and loved the light,
Yet died, for all their power and delight,
For all their love, and never came again,
Never, for all our crying, all our pain.


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