A sight in camp in the daybreak gray and dim,
As from my tent I emerge so early sleepless,
As slow I walk in the cool fresh air the path near by the hospital tent,
Three forms I see on stretchers lying, brought out there untended lying,
Over each the blanket...
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Best Things dwell out of Sight |
Out of sight? What of that? |
There are two Ripenings — one — of sight — |