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 And smiled to see the way she blinked at him, 'T was only in old concord with the stars That she took hold of him and held him close, Close to herself, and crushed him till he laughed.

mind the day we left, or the day the women clung to us ; All we need now is the last way they looked at us. Never mind the twelve men there amid the cheering Twelve men or one man, 't will soon be all the same; For this is what we know: we are five men together, Five left o' twelve men to find the golden river. Far we came to find it out, but the place was here for all of us; Far, far we came, and here we have the last of us. We that were the front men, we that would be early, We that had the faith, and the triumph in our eyes: We that had the wrong road, twelve men together, Singing when the devil sang to find the golden river. Say the gleam was not for us, but never say we doubted it; Say the wrong road was right before we followed it. We that were the front men, fit for all forage, Say that while we dwindle we are front men still ; For this is what we know to-night : we're starving here together Starving on the wrong road to find the golden river. Wrong, we say, but wait a little: hear him in the corner there; He knows more than we, and he'll tell us if we listen there He that fought the snow-sleep less than all the others Stays awhile yet, and he knows where he stays: Foot and hand a frozen clout, brain a freezing feather, Still he's here to talk with us and to the golden river.