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How pain runs even with the sun
Sleeps not with the insane moon
Raves even in the windy groves
Will dance a fiendish rigadoon
To ecstasy of minds at ease

A POW’s Walk in Germany Before the End (Feb ’45)

I saw a black and wilder thorn
Than I had seen behind the wire
And clouds more turbulent and torn
Thank autumn woodlands all afire

I sensed the bitterness in rain
That dashed distractedly its drops
To sting the raving countries pain
With humid kiss and breathing crops

There was no smile upon the earth
And tiredness was on the trees
And forests held deep-havened lees
For husbandmen who saw the worth
Of peace that in a forest lies
And woven light from quiet skies.

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