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WHITE SHEETS by HARRY HIBBARD KEMP

First Line: NOW THAT WHITE SHEETS HAVE HELD ME
Last Line: MY SHRIVELLED SOUL, OF YOU.
NOW that white sheets have held me
For many a wakeful night
Convention's bonds have spelled me,
And slain is my delight. ...

But several nights by camp-fire
And several dawns by dew
Will make another creature,
My shrivelled soul, of you.



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