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28 Heads forget heaviness,

Hearts forget spleen,

For by that mighty winnowing

Being is blown clean.

Light in the eyes again,

Strength in the hand,

A spirit dares, dies, forgives

And can understand.

And best! Love comes back again

After grief and shame,

And along the wind of death

Throws a clean flame!

The battery grides and jingles;

Mile succeeds to mile;

Suddenly battering the silence

The guns burst out a while.

I lift my head and smile.

and ever nearer

My body tired but tense

Hovers 'twixt vague pleasure

And tremulous confidence.