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"Why of War, O thou that lovest rather / Peace of roses in a rain-sweet garden, / Peace of moonlit silver-heaving waters, / All the lovely looks of little children? / What strange mandate / Bids thee sing of War, who lovest these things?
"How of War, O faint-heart, thou that grievest / Over every gentle creature wounded, / All soft eyes of pain and puzzled sorrow, / All the lithe limbs marred, the wild wings broken? / What black magic / Makes thee brood on War, who dreadest these things?