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  • He sa tin a wheeled chair, waiting for dark, And shivered in his ghastly suit of grey, Legless, sewn short at elbow. Through the park  Voices of boys rang saddening like a hymn,  Voices of play and pleasure after day,  Till gathering sleep had mothered them from him.         
  • About this time Town used to swing so gay  When glow-lamps budded in the light-blue trees,  And girls glanced lovelier as the air grew dim,—  In the old times, before he threw away his knees.  Now he will never feel again how slim  Girls' waists are, or how warm their subtle hands,  All of them touch him like some queer disease. 
  • One time he liked a blood-smear down his leg,  After the matches carried shoulder-high.  It was after football, when he'd drunk a peg, He thought he'd better join. He wonders why. Someone had said he'd look a god in kilts.  That's why; and maybe, too, to please his Meg,  Aye, that was it, to please the giddy jilts,  He asked to join. He didn't have to beg;  Smiling they wrote his lie: aged nineteen years. Germans he scarcely thought of, all their guilt, And Austria's, did not move him. And no fears  Of Fear came yet. He thought of jewelled hilts  For daggers in plaid socks; of smart salutes;  And care of arms; and leave; and pay arrears;  Esprit de corps; and hints for young recruits.  And soon, he was drafted out with drums and cheers.      
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