DIED OF WOUNDS
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is wet, white face and miserable eyesBrought nurses to him more than groans and sighs:But hoarse and low and rapid rose and fellHis troubled voice: he did the business well. The ward grew dark; but he was still complaining,And calling out for "Dickie." "Curse the Wood!"It's time to go; O Christ, and what's the good?--We'll never take it; and it's always raining." I wondered where he'd been; then heard him shout,"They snipe like hell! O Dickie, don't go out" ...I fell asleep ... next morning he was dead;And some Slight Wound lay smiling on his bed.
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