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chapter-316		chapter-316			.txt	text/plain	230	14	86	Pensive on Her Dead Gazing Pensive on her dead gazing I heard the Mother of All, Absorb them well O my earth, she cried, I charge you lose not my sons, lose not an atom, And you streams absorb them well, taking their dear blood, And you local spots, and you airs that swim above lightly impalpable, And all you essences of soil and growth, and you my rivers depths, blood trickling reddend, My dead absorb or South or North--my young mens bodies absorb, and their precious precious blood, year hence, In unseen essence and odor of surface and grass, centuries hence, In blowing airs from the fields back again give me my darlings, give Exhale me them centuries hence, breathe me their breath, let not an O years and graves! O air and soil! O my dead, an aroma sweet! Exhale them perennial sweet death, years, centuries hence.	./cache/chapter-316.txt	./txt/chapter-316.txt