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Our brains
ache
, in the
merciless
iced
east
winds that knive us . . .
Wearied
we keep awake because the
night
is
silent
. . .
Dawn massing in
the
east
her
melancholy army Attacks once more
in
ranks on shivering ranks
of
grey
,
So we drowse
,
sun-dozed
,
Littered with blossoms trickling where the blackbird fusses
—Is it that we are dying?
Therefore
, not
loath
, we lie out here; therefore were born, For love of
God
seems
dying.
Pause over
half-known
faces. All their eyes are
ice
, But
nothing
happens.