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 70 ALICE CORBIN

��FALLEN

He was wounded and he fell in the midst of hoarse

shouting. The tide passed, and the waves came and whispered

about his ankles. Far off he heard a cock crow — children laughing. Rising at dawn to greet the storm of petals Shaken from apple-boughs ; he heard them cry. And turned again to find the breast of her. And sank confused with a little sigh. . . Thereafter water running, and a voice That seemed to stir and flutter through the trenches And set dead lips to talking. ..

Wreckage was mingled with the storm of petals. ..

He felt her near him, and the weight dropped off — Suddenly ...

— Alice Corhin.

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