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 Rh BATTLE SLEEP

EFORE I knew, the Dawn was on the road,

Close at my side, so silently he came

Nor gave a sign of salutation, save

To touch with light my sleeve and make the way

Appear as if a shining countenance

Had looked on it. Strange was this radiant Youth

As I, to these fair, fertile parts of France,

Where Cæsar with his legions once had passed,

And where the Kaiser's Uhlans yet would pass