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I. Three years!
Since I had seen the city, in the time / We waited through the tenseness of the hours, / While nerves were zither strings / For fate to jar upon: / All through that night we counted old St. Michael's chimes / Now three o'clock -- / The bells spoke as they had on marriage days, / With high and silver-happy tongues / Yet somehow they had gained an irony, / For out across the quiet April bay / Grim, new-built forts grinned at old Sumter / Through the morning mist -- / _One -- two -- three -- four -- _ / And no sound yet! Then -- / Thirty minutes like a life too long; / A red flash dirked the night; / I thought a voice cried, "DOOM"; / That was the gun that killed a million men.