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In my tired, helpless body

I feel my sunk heart ache;

But suddenly, loudly

The far, the great guns shake.

Is it sudden terror

Burdens my heart? My hand

Flies to my head. I listen. …

And do not understand.

Is death so near, then?

From this blaze of light

Do I plunge suddenly

Into Vortex? Night?

Guns again! the quiet

Shakes at the vengeful voice. …

It is terrible pleasure.

I do not fear: I rejoice.