Page:The Muse in Arms, Osborn (ed), 1917.djvu/271

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THE SLEEP OF DEATH
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I have it here to prove he lies
Who says that sleeping I was found.
I fear not though you guard me round.
Night's shadow up the hillside creeps,
But I can watch the lighted skies,
Although the sentinel that sleeps
The next dawn dies.