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 You will see gloom and horror But never the joy of fight. You'll dream of me in pain and fear, And in your dreaming never hear My voice across" the night.

My voice that sounds so gaily Will be too far away For you to see across your dream The charging and the bayonet's gleam, Or hear the words I say.

And parted by the warders That hold the gates of sleep, I shall be dead and happy And you will live and weep.

, May 15,1916