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We meet in an evil land / That is near to the gates of hell. / I wait for thy command / To serve, to speed or withstand. / And thou sayest, I do not well?
Oh Love, the flowers so red / Are only tongues of flame, / The earth is full of the dead, / The new-killed, restless dead. / There is danger beneath and o'erhead, / And I guard thy gates in fear / Of peril and jeopardy, / Of words thou canst not hear, / Of signs thou canst not see -- / And thou sayest 'tis ill that I came?