And as I paused beneath the arch I saw
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‘Fool,’ some will say,” I thought. “But who is wise,Save God alone, to weigh my reasons why?”—“Hast thou struck home?” came with the boughs’ night-sighs. It was my friend. “I have struck well. They fly,But carry wounds that none can cicatrize.”—“Not mortal?” said he. “Lingering—worse,” said I.
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