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 CXXVIII

HERE is a green-lit hospital ship,

Green, with a crimson cross,

Lazily swaying there in the bay,

Lazily bearing my friend away,

Leaving me dull-sensed loss.

Green-lit, red-lit hospital ship,

Numb is my heart, but you carelessly dip

There in the drift of the bay.

There is a green-lit hospital ship,

Dim as the distance grows,

Speedily steaming out of the bay,

Speedily bearing my friend away

Into the orange-rose.

Green-lit, red-lit hospital ship,

Dim are my eyes, but you heedlessly slip

Out of their sight from the bay.

There was a green-lit hospital ship,

Green, with a blood-red cross, 289