A Draftee’s letter


A Draftee’s letter:

Deep into this night
If I should go
Sit tight
Without sorrow
And if the hour should strike
Late and still, I do not show
Then I will wait for you right
Where the darkness is unwidowed
By the marriage of light
At the alter of a new world

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