Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (18331908). An American Anthology, 17871900. 1900. |
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750. What the Bullet Sang |
| By Francis Bret Harte |
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O JOY of creation | |
To be! | |
O rapture to fly | |
And be free! | |
Be the battle lost or won, | 5 |
Though its smoke shall hide the sun, | |
I shall find my love,the one | |
Born for me! | |
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I shall know him where he stands, | |
All alone, | 10 |
With the power in his hands | |
Not oerthrown; | |
I shall know him by his face, | |
By his godlike front and grace; | |
I shall hold him for a space, | 15 |
All my own! | |
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It is heO my love! | |
So bold! | |
It is Iall thy love | |
Foretold! | 20 |
It is I. O love! what bliss! | |
Dost thou answer to my kiss? | |
O sweetheart! what is this | |
Lieth there so cold? | |
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