In dreams, in memory
by Han
I dreamt of war quick and fast
Of sanguine faces
And whirlwinds of dust
I pray to thee
Imploring whence does humanity
Gain its infinite glee
To a sickening dismay
As with all other prayers
On that bed I lay
Without an answer I slept
Ruminating in the limpid air
There in the far distance a lady wept
To whose horror! To whose gain!
Are flesh and blood harbingers of pain?
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