Yet, like a sentinel, he could not sleep. The night was full of wrong, Earthquakes and executions: soon he would be dead, And still all over Europe stood the horrible nurses Itching to boil their children. Only his verses Perhaps could stop them: He must go on working: Overhead, The uncomplaining stars composed their lucid […]
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