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Slain
by Thomas William Hodgson CroslandYou who are still and white
And cold like stone;
For whom the unfailing light
Is spent and done;
For whom no more the breath
Of dawn, nor evenfall
Nor Spring, nor love, nor death
Matter at all;
Who were so strong and young
And brave and wise,
And on the dark are flung
With darkened eyes;