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 [66] HEARING THAT HIS FRIEND WAS COMING BACK FROM THE WAR

old days those who went to fight In three years had one year's leave. But in this war the soldiers are never changed; They must go on fighting till they die on the battle-field. I thought of you, so weak and indolent, Hopelessly trying to learn to march and drill. That a young man should ever come home again Seemed about as likely as that the sky should fall. Since I got the news that you were coming back, Twice I have mounted to the high hall of your home. I found your brother mending your horse's stall; I found your mother sewing your new clothes. I am half afraid; perhaps it is not true; Yet I never weary of watching for you on the road. Each day I go out at the City Gate With a flask of wine, lest you should come thirsty. Oh that I could shrink the surface of the World, So that suddenly I might find you standing at my side. [137]