Soldiers’ Pay

Name: Soldiers’ Pay
Author: William Faulkner

William Faulkner

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Soldier

“The hushèd plaint of wind in stricken trees
Shivers the grass in path and lane
And Grief and Time are tideless golden seas—
Hush, hush! He’s home again”

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Soldiers’ Pay

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Soldier

“The hushèd plaint of wind in stricken trees
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And Grief and Time are tideless golden seas—
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