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				Title:     From A Full Heart 
			    
Author: A. A. Milne [
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In days of peace my fellow-men
    Rightly regarded me as more like
  A Bishop than a Major-Gen.,
    And nothing since has made me warlike;
  But when this age-long struggle ends
    And I have seen the Allies dish up
  The goose of Hindenburg--oh, friends!
    I shall out-bish the mildest Bishop.
_When the War is over and the Kaiser's out of print,
I'm going to buy some tortoises and watch the beggars sprint;
When the War is over and the sword at last we sheathe,
I'm going to keep a jelly-fish and listen to it breathe_.
  I never really longed for gore,
    And any taste for red corpuscles
  That lingered with me left before
    The German troops had entered Brussels.
  In early days the Colonel's "Shun!"
    Froze me; and, as the War grew older,
  The noise of someone else's gun
    Left me considerably colder.
_When the War is over and the battle has been won,
I'm going to buy a barnacle and take it for a run;
When the War is over and the German Fleet we sink,
I'm going to keep a silk-worm's egg and listen to it think._
  The Captains and the Kings depart--
    It may be so, but not lieutenants;
  Dawn after weary dawn I start
    The never-ending round of penance;
  One rock amid the welter stands
    On which my gaze is fixed intently--
  An after-life in quiet lands
    Lived very lazily and gently.
_When the War is over and we've done the Belgians proud,
I'm going to keep a chrysalis and read to it aloud;
When the War is over and we've finished up the show,
I'm going to plant a lemon-pip and listen to it grow._
  Oh, I'm tired of the noise and the turmoil of battle,
  And I'm even upset by the lowing of cattle,
  And the clang of the bluebells is death to my liver,
  And the roar of the dandelion gives me a shiver,
  And a glacier, in movement, is much too exciting,
  And I'm nervous, when standing on one, of alighting--
  Give me Peace; that is all, that is all that I seek ...
      Say, starting on Saturday week.
[The end]
A. A. Milne's poem: From A Full Heart
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