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Here in my garden where the tulips grow / I walk alone; / Dim are my eyes with tears, my feet are slow / My heart is stone; / Though all the lovely earth again for me / New sweetness yields / It matters not, -- only the dead I see / On battlefields.
Only the dead I see, -- and strangely bright / Their faces shine / As though the God of Glory in the night / Had made them fine. / Place for the victors! Stoop my soul to touch / Their tunics hem, -- / 'Tis those they loved who need tears overmuch / O weep for them!