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Robert Laurence Binyon - The Wound
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I have too happy been.
 Some sad Fate envies me.
 An arrow she, unseen,
 Has fitted to her bow,
 And smiling grim, I know,
 Let the drawn shaft leap free.

 Deep in my side it pierced:
 With sudden pain I shook,
 And gazed around, the accurst
 Perfidious foe to espy.
 Lo, only thou art nigh,
 With sweet and troubled look!
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