She came not into the Presence as a martyred saint might come, Crowned, white-robed and adoring, with very reverence dumb-- She stood as a straight young soldier, confident, gallant, strong, Who asks a boon of his captain in the sudden hush of the drum. She said: "Now have I stayed too long in this my place of bliss, With these glad dead that, comforted, forget what sorrow is Upon that world whose stony stair they climbed to come to this.…
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