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“ How they 'll greet us!”. - and all in a moment his roan
Then I cast loose my buff-coat, each holster let fall,
Stood up in the stirrup, leaned, patted his ear,
LOVE AMONG THE RUINS.
HERE the quiet-colored end of evening smiles
Miles and miles
· As they crop,
Was the site once of a city great and gay,
(So they say)
Peace or war.
Now, — the country does not even boast a tree,
As you see,
From the hills
Where the domed and daring palace shot its spires
Up like fires
And such plenty and perfection, see, of grass
Stock or stone —
Where a multitude of men breathed joy and woe
Struck them tame;
Bought and sold.
Now, — the single little turret that remains
On the plains,
Through the chinks
Marks the basement whence a tower in ancient time
As they raced,
Viewed the games.
And I know, while thus the quiet-colored eve
Smiles to leave
In such peace,
And the slopes and rills in undistinguished gray
That a girl with eager eyes and yellow hair
Waits me there
For the goal,
Till I come.
But he looked upon the city, every side,
Far and wide,
All the men !
When I do come, she will speak not, she will stand,
Of my face,
Each on each.
In one year they sent a million fighters forth
South and north,
As the sky,
Gold, of course.
O heart! O blood that freezes, blood that burns !
Shut them in,
Love is best!