War and Love/Soliloquy—II
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SOLILOQUY—II
I was wrong, quite wrong;The dead men are not always carrion.
After the advance,As we went through the shattered trenchesWhich the enemy had left,We found, lying upon the fire-step,A dead English soldier,His head bloodily bandagedAnd his closed left hand touching the earth,
More beautiful than one can tell,More subtly coloured than a perfect Goya,And more austere and lovely in reposeThan Angelo's hand could ever carve in stone.