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Stephen 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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