Chapitre n° 14 - (VERSO)

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Shrinking and shamed the mantle of the night.
All seemed at rest when from the twilight skies
The stars looked down like pitying angels eyes
On that dread field which since the Dawn’s first ray
Had purpled o’er the cheek of pallid Day
Had echoed to the battle thunder’s roll­—
The mighty dirge of many a brave man’s soul.
And one was there who ‘mid the smoke and flame
Of Death’s wild has havoc bore a soldier’s name,
A mere youth still who on that alien strand