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... this snow.
If anything might rouse him now
The kind old sun will know.
Think how it wakes the seed--
Woke once the clays of a cold star.
Are limbs, so dear-achieved, are sides
Full-nerved, still warm, too hard to stir?
Was it for this the clay grew tall?
--O what made the fatuous sunbeams toil
To break earth's sleep at all?
~ Inscription on 'The Drowned Soldier, a cenotaph for a ...
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