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LAST Post sounded / Across the mead / To where he loitered / With absent heed. / Five years before / In the evening there / Had flown that call / To him and his Dear. / "You'll never come back; / Good-bye! " she had said; / "Here I'll be living, / And my Love dead!"
Those closing minims / Had been as shafts darting / Through him and her pressed / In that last parting; / They thrilled him not now, / In the selfsame place / With the selfsame sun / On his war-seamed face. / "Lurks a god's laughter / In this? " he said, / "That I am the living / And she the dead! "