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Five minutes here and they must steal two more	A
shameful Here have I been five mortal years	B
and not seen home nor one dear kindred face	C
and these abominable slugs this guard	D
this driver porters what are they about	E
keep us here motionless two minutes three	F
Aha at last	G
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Good We shall check our minutes	H
we're flying after them like a mad wind	I
chasing the leaves it has tossed on in front	J
Oh glorious wild speed what giants' play	K
and there are men who tell us poetry	F
is dead where railways come Maybe 'tis true	L
I'm a bad judge I've had scant reading time	M
and little will to read and certainly	F
I've not found railways in what verse I know	N
but there's a whizz and whirr as trains go by	O
a bullet like indomitable rush	P
and then all's done which makes me often think	Q
one of those men who found out poetry	F
and had to write the things just that they saw	R
would have made some of their fine crashing lines	S
that stir one like the marches one knows best	T
and the enemy knows best with trains in them	U
as easily as chariots	H
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Anyhow	V
I've poetry and music too to day	K
in the very clatter it goes Home home home	W
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And they'll think that sharp shriek a kinder sound	X
than sweetest singing when it presently	F
pierces the quiet of the night and sends	Y
its eager shrillness on for miles before	A
to say I'm no time distant I can see	F
my mother's soft pink cheeks like roses pale	Z
after a June week's blooming flush and wan	A2
and her lip quiver I can see the girls	B2
restless between the hall door and the clock	C2
hear it and hush and lean expectant heads	D2
to catch the rattle of the coming train	E2
my father sitting pshawing by the fire	F2
at all the fuss and waiting half start up	G2
dropping his Times forgetful just so long	H2
that he is not impatient like the rest	T
the tender foolish women and alert	I2
to hide how he was tempted to fuss too	L
reseat himself intent on politics	J2
and Hugh I think Hugh must be there with them	U
on leave out of his parish for a day	K
a truant from the old women and the schools	K2
to be at home with me for long enough	L2
to say God bless you in I can see Hugh	L
narrow and straight in his skimp priestly coat	M2
pacing the room with slow and even steps	N2
and a most patient face and in his eyes	O2
that over patience we all know in them	U
when he is being extra good and calm	P2
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So little change they write me all of them	U
with the same faces scarce a day's mark there	Q2
except our little Maude who was a child	R2
and is a woman little Maude grown tall	S2
the little Maude I left half prude half romp	T2
who eager for her grown up dignities	O2
tried to forego her mischiefs and would turn	U2
just in their midst portentously demure	V2
like a tired sleepy kitten and to day	K
wears all her womanhood inside her heart	W2
and has none for her manners some of it	X2
for her sweet winsome face though and a look	Y2
that's in her portrait brings my mother back	Z2
though she's not like they tell me I shall see	O2
yes I shall see soon almost now	V
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Dear home	W
to think I am so near	A3
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Ah when I lay	K
in the hot thirst and fever of my wound	X
and saw their faces pressing into mine	B3
changing and changing never a one would stay	K
so long that I could see it like itself	C3
I scarcely hoped for this And when I felt	D3
that tiring weakness of my growing strong	H2
and was so helpless and the babyish tears	O2
would come without a thought to make them come	E3
I almost knew this day would never be	O2
but oh my happy fortune not to die	O
not even to come home among them then	F3
with nothing done a spoiled and worthless wreck	G3
for them to weep at softly out of sight	H3
but to go stoutly to my post again	F3
and do my stroke of work as a man should	I3
and win them this	O2
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You little dingy cross	O2
less precious than my sleeve links what a worth	J3
lies in your worthlessness there's not a man	K3
but gladder lays you in his mother's hand	L3
or wife's than he would bring her for his gift	M3
the whole great jewels of an eastern king	N3
and not a woman but	O3
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My mother though	N
sometimes she was not strong have I been rash	P3
too thoughtless of her calm not telling of it	X2
No I'll not wear it on me as I meant	Q3
to take her first dear kisses in we'll talk	R3
before I show it in a day or two	L
perhaps to night	H3
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I know she'll prize it more	A
that a life saved went to the winning it	X2
And tenderhearted Ellen will forgive	S3
my part she shudders at in the red deaths	O2
of battle fields a little more for that	T3
How sad her letters were I know she thinks	O2
we learn a heathenish passion after blood	U3
and as she said to throw our lives like dross	O2
back in our Maker's face but bye and bye	O
I'll teach her how it is and that we fight	H3
for duty not like either fiends or fools	O2
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They say they are longing for my history	O2
told by the fire of evenings all my deeds	O2
all my escapes and I must clear their minds	O2
of fifty puzzles of the journalists	O2
decide what's true and make them understand	L3
the battles and the marchings but my deeds	O2
have been to just be one among them all	S2
doing what we were bidden as we could	I3
and my escapes must have been like the rest	T
one has no time to know them just that once	O2
when I was dragging off the fallen boy	V3
I knew what death was nearest as it missed	W3
but I've no memory of more escapes	O2
except by being wounded as they know	N
and what can I explain of battle plans	O2
made in the councils whether kept or not	X3
I cannot tell I only know my part	W2
and theirs with whom I waited at our post	Y3
or dashed on at the word I could not mark	Z3
the swaying of the squadrons the recoils	O2
and shifting ground and sudden strategies	O2
and had no duty to be watching them	U
No I shall make them better out in print	A4
and learn in our snug study what I saw	O2
among the rush and smoke	B4
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No I come back	Z2
no better talker than I was before	A
no readier and no deeper not like Hugh	L
and I must use my unaspiring wits	O2
to say things as I see them going straight	C4
just as a plain man's life does tramping on	A2
the way that lies before one with no whys	O2
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No whys ah how that chance word takes me back	Z2
to pinafore time my father's well known phrase	O2
No whying boy but do what you are bid	D4
And once my mother when first Hugh began	K3
to be so clever and had found it out	E
and pleased at it perhaps a little pert	I2
was apt to hit on puzzles answered him	E4
our nursery rule was good for afterwards	O2
spared headaches and spared heartaches and well kept	F4
made the best heroes and best Christians too	L
How I can see Hugh looking down to say	K
in an odd slow tone I will remember that	T3
And well he has remembered never a man	K3
went straighter into action than our Hugh	L
he knows what side he's on and stands to it	X2
if I'd a head like his and wished to change	G4
soldiering for anything I'd try to learn	U2
a parish parson's work to do it like Hugh	L
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Will he read prayers to night I'd like to hear	H4
my father at it as it used to be	O2
before we any of us went away	K
the old times back again Oh all of us	O2
will say our prayers to night out of glad hearts	O2
Oh thank God for the meeting we shall have	I4
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Such joy among us and the country side	J4
all to be glad for us Ah well I fear	A3
there's one will shrink and sadden at my sight	H3
among the welcomes and the happiness	O2
remembering that her husband was my friend	K4
and dropped beside me But I'll go alone	L4
or maybe with my mother to her house	O2
and let her have the pain more quietly	O2
before she sees me in our Sunday pew	L
with all the old friends smiling through the prayers	O2
and all but nodding and a buzzing round	X
spoiling the parson's reading Look and Look	Y2
There's Master Harry come back from the war	A
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Oh how my mother's eyes will turn to me	O2
half unawares then fix upon her book	Y2