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Robert Graves - The Dead Fox Hunter
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We found the little captain at the head;
  His men lay well-aligned.
We touched his hand &mdash stone cold  &mdash  and he was dead,
  And they, all dead behind,
Had never reached their goal, but they died well;
They charged in line, and in the same line fell.

They well-known rosy colours of his face
  Were almost lost in grey.
We saw that, dying and in hopeless case,
  For others` sake that day
He`d smothered all rebellious groans: in death
His fingers were tight clenched between his teeth.

For those who live uprightly and die true
  Heaven has no bars or locks,
And serves all taste...or what`s for him to do
  Up there, but hunt the fox?
Angelic choirs? No, Justice must provide
For one who rose straight and in hunting died.

So if Heaven had no Hunt before hecame,
  Why, it must find one now:
If any shirk and doubt they know the game,
  There`s one to teach them how:
Andthe whole host of Seraphim complete
Must jog in scarlet to his opening Meet.
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