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Rh Had known or would know till the mad world's end.

Then suddenly I was aware

That his feet had been wounded, too,

And dimming the white of his side

A dull stain grew.

"You are hurt, White Comrade!" I cried.

Already his words I foreknew:

"These are old wounds," said he,

"But of late they have troubled me."