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O my brave heart! O my strong heart! My sweet heart and gay, / The soul of me went with you the hour you marched away, / For surely she is soulless, this woman white, and still, / Who works with shining metal to make the things that kill.
I tremble as I touch them, -- so strange they are, and bright; / Each one will be a comet to break the purple night. / Grey Fear will ride before it, and Death will ride behind, / The sound of it will deafen, -- the light of it will blind!