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"
The
grass
is
full
of
ghosts
to-night
.
"
"
The
whole
campus
is
alive
with
them
.
"
They
paused
by
Little
and
watched
the
moon
rise
,
to
make
silver
of
the
slate
roof
of
Dodd
and
blue
the
rustling
trees
.
"
You
know
,
"
whispered
Tom
,
"
what
we
feel
now
is
the
sense
of
all
the
gorgeous
youth
that
has
rioted
through
here
in
two
hundred
years
.
"
A
last
burst
of
singing
flooded
up
from
Blair
Arch
--
broken
voices
for
some
long
parting
.
"
And
what
we
leave
here
is
more
than
this
class
;
it
's
the
whole
heritage
of
youth
.
We
're
just
one
generation
--
we
're
breaking
all
the
links
that
seemed
to
bind
us
here
to
top-booted
and
high-stocked
generations
.
We
've
walked
arm
and
arm
with
Burr
and
Light-Horse
Harry
Lee
through
half
these
deep-blue
nights
.
"
"
That
's
what
they
are
,
"
Tom
tangented
off
,
"
deep
blue
--
a
bit
of
color
would
spoil
them
,
make
them
exotic
.
Spires
,
against
a
sky
that
's
a
promise
of
dawn
,
and
blue
light
on
the
slate
roofs
--
it
hurts
...
rather
--
"
"
Good-by
,
Aaron
Burr
,
"
Amory
called
toward
deserted
Nassau
Hall
,
"
you
and
I
knew
strange
corners
of
life
.
"
His
voice
echoed
in
the
stillness
.
"
The
torches
are
out
,
"
whispered
Tom
.
"
Ah
,
Messalina
,
the
long
shadows
are
building
minarets
on
the
stadium
--
"
