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What the Bullet sang



O JOY of creation,
To be!
O rapture, to fly
And be free!
Be the battle lost or won,
Though its smoke shall hide the sun,
I shall find my love the one
Born for me!

I shall know him where he stands
All alone,
With the power in his hands
Not o’erthrown;
I shall know him by his face,
By his godlike front and grace;
I shall hold him for a space
All my own!

It is he O my love!
So bold!
It is I all thy love
Foretold!
It is I O love, what bliss!
Dost thou answer to my kiss?
O sweetheart! what is this
Lieth there so cold?

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Poem What the Bullet sang - Bret Harte