  IYou came without a human sound, You came and brought my soul to me; I only woke, and all around They slumbered on the firelit ground, Beside the guns in Burgundy. III felt the gesture of your hands, You signed my forehead with the Cross; The gesture of your holy hands Was bounteous—like the misty lands Along the Hills in Calvados. IIIBut when I slept I saw your eyes, Hungry as death, and very far. I saw demand in your dim eyes Mysterious as the moons that rise At midnight, in the Pines of Var. |
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