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DID you ask dulcet rhymes from me?
Did you seek the civilian's peaceful and languishing
Did you find what I sang erewhile so hard to follow?
Why I was not singing erewhile for you to follow, to
         understand—nor am I now;
(I have been born of the same as the war was born;
The drum-corps' harsh rattle is to me sweet music—I
         love well the martial dirge,
With slow wail and convulsive throb, leading the offi-
         cer's funeral;)
—What to such as you, anyhow, such a poet as I?—
         therefore leave my works,
And go lull yourself with what you can understand—
         and with piano-tunes;
For I lull nobody—and you will never understand me.
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