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"The College will reopen Sept
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" `Catalogue'
I was just aiming at the jagged hole Torn in the yellow sandbags of their trench,

Tobacco smoke drifts up to the dim ceiling From half a dozen pipes and cigarettes,
Curling in endless shapes, in blue rings wheeling,
As formless as our talk
Phil, drawling, bets Cornell will win the relay in a walk,

The little letters dance across the page,
Flaunt and retire, and trick the tired eyes;
Sick of the strain, the glaring light,
I rise Yawning and stretching, full of empty rage At the dull maunderings of a long dead sage,

I lie stretched out upon the window-seat And doze, and read a page or two, and doze,
And feel the air like water on me close,
Great waves of sunny air that lip and beat With a small noise, monotonous and sweet,
Against the window — ...