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 No ghost darkens the places Dark to One; But my eyes dream, And my heart is heavy to think How it was heavy once.

In the old days when death Stalked the world For the flower of men, And the rose of beauty faded And pined in the great gloom,

One day we dug a grave: We were vexed With the sun's heat. We scanned the hooded dead: At noon we sat and talked.

How death had kissed their eyes Three dread noons since, How human art won The dark soul to flicker Till it was lost again:

And we whom chance kept whole— But haggard,