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 CLIFFORD J. DRUCE

Forecast

F I should chance to fall, and find

A last couch on this soil of France,

Do not seek out with yearning mind

The place, nor give my grave one glance.

The cross would mark a cenotaph;

And careless of the flesh thus laid

In unfamiliar earth, I'd laugh

To know how quickly it decayed.

My spirit, freed, impatient still

At the irrelevant, blind stroke

That stole the servant of its will

With all half-done, with thews unbroke,

Would swiftly reach the land which knew

The love that time had not yet staled,

And haunt the country whence it drew

The life that has not sped nor failed.

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