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 When he should rise and with a blessed effort

Go down those shadowy stairs again for food;

And if in his prevision of that moment

He had not lain so long awaiting it,

Those drums of death might opportunely then

Have stayed an hour the sound of their approach,

Throbbing as always, and intolerably,

Through stifling clouds of sound that hid, like flames,

Tumultuous and elusive melodies,

Now for so long imprisoned as no longer

To be released. Hearing them first, and faintly,

For once and for once only without flinching,

He smiled and sighed. Let others, if they must,

Hear them and follow them. He was at peace

With them for the first time in recollection,

And. willingly for the future would remain so.