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His wet white face and miserable eyes Brought nurses to him more than groans and sighs: But hoarse and low and rapid rose and fell His troubled voice: he did the business well
The ward grew dark; but he was still complaining And calling out f...

'"Healfast, healfast, ye hero wounds;        O knight, be quickly strong
Beloved strife        For fame and life,        Oh, tarry not too long
"'

A not admitting of the wound
Until it grew so wide
That all my Life had entered it
And there were troughs beside -