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AS I lay awake at night-time / In an ancient country barrack known to ancient cannoneers, / And recalled the hopes that heralded each seeming brave and bright time / Of my primal purple years,
Much it haunted me that, nigh there, / I had borne my bitterest loss-when One who went, came not again; / In a joyless hour of discord, in a joyless-hued July there- / A July just such as then.