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Sometimes, when first I wake,
My heart, forgetting all, forgets to ache:
Then comes remembrance with its poisoned fang
And its most sharp-edged pang.
So may a prisoner in dim vault entombed,
At earliest daylight doomed,
When first he wakes for one wild moment see
Youth's meadows,—not the gallows-tree.
My heart, forgetting all, forgets to ache:
Then comes remembrance with its poisoned fang
And its most sharp-edged pang.
So may a prisoner in dim vault entombed,
At earliest daylight doomed,
When first he wakes for one wild moment see
Youth's meadows,—not the gallows-tree.
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