Page:The Dream, John Masefield, 1922.djvu/13

 EARY with many thoughts I went to bed

And lay for hours staring at the night,

Thinking of all the millions of the dead

Who used man's flesh, as I, and loved the light,

Yet died, for all their power and delight,

For all their love, and never came again,

Never, for all our crying, all our pain.

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