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"Two o'clock, the morning of October" 12"th", 1915
To her accustomed eyes
The midnight-morning brought not such a dread
As thrills the chance-awakened head that lies
In trivial sleep on the habitual bed.
'Twas yet some hours ere light;
And many, many, many a break of day
Had she outwatched the dying; but this night / Shortened her vigil was, briefer the way.
By dial of the clock / 'Twas day in the dark above her lonely head. / "This day thou shalt be with Me." Ere the cock / Announced that day she met the Immortal Dead.