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An Idyll
Back from the Somme two Fusiliers / Limped painfully home; the elder said, / _S_. "Robert, I've lived three thousand years / This Summer, and I'm nine parts dead. " / _R_. "But if that's truly so," I cried, "quick, now, / Through these great oaks and see the famous bough