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Who recalls the twilight and the ranged tents in order / (Violet peaks uplifted through the crystal evening air? ) / And the clink of iron teacups and the piteous, noble laughter, / And the faces of the Sisters with the dust upon their hair?
(Now and not hereafter, while the breath is in our nostrils, / Now and not hereafter, ere the meaner years go by -- / Let us now remember many honourable women, / Such as bade us turn again when we were like to die.)