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Woe, he went galloping into the war, / Clara, Clara! / Let us two dream: shall he 'scape with a scar? / Scarcely disfigurement; rather a grace / Making for manhood which nowise we mar: / See, while I kiss it, the flush on his face -- / Rosny, Rosny!
Light does he laugh: "With your love in my soul" -- / (Clara, Clara! ) / "How could I other than -- sound, safe, and whole -- / Cleave who opposed me asunder, yet stand / Scatheless beside you, as, touching love's goal, / Who won the race kneels, craves reward at your hand -- / Rosny, Rosny?"