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No pipe, no blare, no drum—

Over the Top!—to Kingdom Come

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To His Dear Memory (April 14th, 1917)

Beneath the humid skies

Where green birds wing, and heavy burgeoned trees

Sway in the fevered breeze,

My Brother lies.

And rivers passionate[A]

Tore through the mountain passes, swept the plains,

O'erbrimmed with tears, o'erbrimmed with summer rains,

All wild, all desolate.

Whilst the deep Mother-breast

Of drowsy-lidded Nature, drunk with dreams,

Below Pangani, by Rufigi streams,

Took him to rest.

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