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Robert Nichols - The ApproachRobert Nichols - The Approach
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1. In the Grass: Halt by the Wayside In my tired, helpless body I feel my sunk heart ache; But suddenly, loudly The far, the great guns shake. Is it sudden terror Burdens my heart? My hand Flies to my head. I listen… And do not understand. Is death so near, then? From this blazing light, Do I plunge suddenly Into vortex?  Night? Guns again! the quiet Shakes at the vengeful voice… It is terrible pleasure I do not fear; I rejoice. 2. On the Way Up The battery grinds and jingles, Mile succeeds to mile; Shaking the noonday sunshine, The guns lunge out a while And then are still a while. We amble along the highway; The reeking, powdery dust Ascends and cakes our faces, With a striped, sweaty crust. Under the still sky`s violet The heat throbs in the air… The white road`s dusty radiance, Assumes a dark glare. With a head hot and heavy, And eyes that cannot rest, And a black heart burning In a stifled breast, I sit in the saddle, I feel the road unroll, And keep my senses straightened Toward to-morrow`s goal. There over unknown meadows, Which we must reach at last, Day and night thunders A black and chilly blast. Heads forget heaviness, Hearts forget spleen, For by that mighty winnowing Being is blown clean. Light in the eyes again, Strength in the hand, A spirit dares, dies, forgives And can understand. And best!  Love comes back again After grief and shame, And along the wind of death Throws a clean flame! The battery grinds and jingles; Mile succeeds to mile; Suddenly battering the silence The guns burst out a while. I lift my head and smile. 3. Nearer Nearer and ever nearer…. My body tired but tense Hovers `twixt vague pleasure And tremulous confidence. Arms to have and to use them, And a soul to be made Worthy if not worthy; If afraid, unafraid! To endure for a little. To endure and have done: Men I love about me, Over me the sun! And should at last suddenly Fly the speeding death: The four great quarters of heaven Receive this little breath.
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