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ng torrent raves. Know'st it indeed? Thither, ah, me! ah, me! Our pathway leads! O father, let us flee! AT MIDNIGHT. At midnight in the trysting wood I wandered by the waterside, When, soft as mist, before me stood My sweetheart who had died. But so unchanged was she, meseemed That I had only dreamed her dead; Glad in her eyes the love-light gleamed; Her lips were warm and red. What though the stars shone shadowy through Her form as by my side she went, And by her feet no drop of dew Was stirred, no blade was bent! What though through her white loveliness The wildflower dimmed, the moonlight paled, Real to my touch she was; no less Than when the earth prevailed. She took my hand. My heart beat wild. She kissed my mouth. I bowed my head. Then gazing in my eyes, she smiled: "When did'st thou die?" she said. THE MAN IN GRAY. _Written for the Reunion of the Confederate Veterans at Louisville, Ky., May and June, 1900._ I. Again, in dreams, the veteran hears The bugle and the drum; Again the boom of battle nears, Again the bullets hum: Again he mounts, again he cheers, Again his charge speeds home-- O memories of those long gone years! O years that are to come! We live in dreams as well as deeds, in thoughts as well as acts; And life through things we feel, not know, is realized the most; The conquered are the conquerors, despite the face of facts, If they still feel their cause was just who fought for it and lost. II. Again, in thought, he hears at dawn The far reveille die; Again he marches stern and wan Beneath a burning sky: He bivouacs; the night comes on; His comrades 'round him lie-- O memories of the years long gone! O years that now go by! The vintager of Earth is War, is War whose grapes are men; Into his wine-vats armies go, his wine-vats steaming red: The crimson vats of battle where he stalks, as in a den, Drunk with the must of Hell that spurts beneath his iron tread. III. Again, in mind, he's lying where The trenches slay with heat; Again his flag floats o'er him, fair In charge or fierce retreat:
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