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Ah, boon companion of my vanished boy,

For you he lives; in every sylvan walk

He waits; and you expect him everywhere.

How would you stir, what cries, what bounds of joy,

If but his voice were heard in casual talk,

If but his footstep sounded on the stair!

John Jay Chapman

FOR FRANCIS LEDWIDGE

(Killed in action, July 31, 1917.)