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IT was strange indeed, that journey! Never yet had I crossed the sea / Or looked on another people than the folk that had fostered me, / And my heart rose up and fluttered as in the misty night / We came on the fleet of the fishers slow rolling in the light / Of the hidden moon, as the sea dim under the false dawn lay; / And so like shadows of ships through the night they faded away, / And Calais pier was upon us. Dreamlike it was indeed / As we sat in the train together, and toward the end made speed.
But a dull sleep came upon me, and through the sleep a dream / Of the Frenchman who once was my master by the side of the willowy stream; / And he talked and told me tales of the war unwaged as yet, / And the victory never won, and bade me never forget, / While I walked on, still unhappy, by the home of the dark-striped perch.