Normale Version: Battle After War
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Battle After War

Out of a darkness, into a slow light
That was at first no light that had a name,
Like one thrust up from Erebus he came,
Groping alone, blind with remembered sight.

But there were not those faces in the night,
And all those eyes no longer were aflame
That once he feared and hated, being the same
As his that were the fuel of his fright.

he shone, for one so long among the lost,
Like a stout Roman after Pentecost:
“Terror will yield as much as we dare face

Ourselves in it, and it will yield no more,”
He said. And we see two now in his place,
Where there was room for only one before.