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1. In clouds descending, in midnight sleep, of many a face in battle, / Of the look at first of the mortally wounded, of that indescribable look, / Of the dead on their backs, with arms extended wide -- / I dream, I dream, I dream.
2. Of scenes of nature, the fields and the mountains, / Of the skies so beauteous after the storm, and at night the / moon so unearthly bright, / Shining sweetly, shining down, where we dig the trenches, and gather the heaps -- / I dream, I dream, I dream.
3. Long have they passed, long lapsed -- faces, and trenches, and fields: / Long through the carnage I moved with a callous composure, or away from the fallen / Onward I sped at the time. But now of their faces and forms, at night, / I dream, I dream, I dream.