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E see no terror in your eyes.

They say that sleeping you were found;

Now we with bayonets guard you round.

Night's shadow up the hillside creeps,

But you still watch the lighted skies,

Although the sentinel that sleeps

The next dawn dies.

Ah, the remorse is gone that grew

To think of what my comrade said:

"Give this to her when I am dead"—

A heart-shaped thing of little worth

That held her picture for his view,

But he was killed and in the earth

Before I knew.

It was last night. My watch I kept,

The stars just overhead shone dim.

Nought moved upon the hills' far rim.

But in the hollows shadows seethed,

And as I watched, towards me crept.

I listened: deep my comrades breathed

Where near they slept.

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