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She read the words of him that was her own: / The dauntless brow that grief itself had steeled / Quickened with listening ever, not in vain / Amid brave stories of the stricken field, / For strange, sad echoes from a child's heart grown / Untimely old, that scarce will dance again / This side the grave, but nathless keeps a leaven / Of mirth most bitter sweet.
So changed her face, 'twixt pride and sorrowing, / As stirs and shadows sun-bleached wheat / With winds that walk the stair of heaven / And high clouds hovering.