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Word over all, beautiful as the sky! / Beautiful that war, and all its deeds of carnage, must in time be utterly lost; / That the hands of the sisters Death and Night incessantly, softly wash / again, and ever again, this soiled world. / For my enemy is dead -- a man divine as myself is dead. / I look where he lies, white-faced and still, in the coffin -- I draw near; / I bend down and touch lightly with my lips the white face in the coffin.