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|Nurse Edith Cavell|
|Two o’clock, the morning of October 12th, 1915|
To her accustomed eyes |
The midnight-morning brought not such a dread
As thrills the chance-awakened head that lies
In trivial sleep on the habitual bed.
’Twas yet some hours ere light; |
And many, many, many a break of day
Had she outwatched the dying; but this night
Shortened her vigil was, briefer the way.
By dial of the clock |
’Twas day in the dark above her lonely head.
“This day thou shalt be with Me.” Ere the cock
Announced that day she met the Immortal Dead.
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