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When reposing that night on my pallet of straw
By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain,
At the ⟨dead⟩ of the night a sweet vision I saw,
And ⟨twice⟩, ere the cock crew, I dreamt it again.
Methought, from the battle-field's dreadful array,
Far far I had roam'd on a desolate tract,
Till nature and sunshine disclos'd the sweet way,
To the house of my father, who welcom'd me back.
I flew to the pleasant field, travers'd so oft
In life's morning watch, when my bosom was young:
I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft,
And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung.
Then pledg'd we the wine-cup,—and fondly I swore,
From my home and my weeping friends never to part;
My little ones kiss'd me a thousand times o'er,
And my wife sobb'd aloud in ⟨the fullness⟩ of heart—
Stay, stay with us, rest-thou art weary and worn!
And fain was the war-broken soldier to stay;
But sorrow return'd with the dawning of morn,
And the voice in my dreaming ear melted away.
