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Stephen Vincent Benet - Campus Sonnets: Return - 1917Stephen Vincent Benet - Campus Sonnets: Return - 1917
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"The College will reopen Sept. —." `Catalogue`. I was just aiming at the jagged hole Torn in the yellow sandbags of their trench, When something threw me sideways with a wrench, And the skies seemed to shrivel like a scroll And disappear . . . and propped against the bole Of a big elm I lay, and watched the clouds Float through the blue, deep sky in speckless crowds, And I was clean again, and young, and whole. Lord, what a dream that was! And what a doze Waiting for Bill to come along to class! I`ve cut it now and he Oh, hello, Fred! Why, what`s the matter? here don`t be an ass, Sit down and tell me! What do you suppose? I dreamed I . . . am I . . . wounded? "You are dead."
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