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The
men
stood
motionless
,
their
shadows
under
them
.
The
captain
said
,
"
How
does
the
poem
go
,
Spender
?
"
Spender
shifted
,
put
out
his
hand
to
remember
,
squinted
silently
a
moment
;
then
,
remembering
,
his
slow
quiet
voice
repeated
the
words
and
the
men
listened
to
everything
he
said
:
"
So
we
’
ll
go
no
more
a
-
roving
So
late
into
the
night
,
Though
the
heart
be
still
as
loving
,
And
the
moon
be
still
as
bright
.
"
The
city
was
gray
and
high
and
motionless
.
The
men
’
s
faces
were
turned
in
the
light
.
"
For
the
sword
outwears
its
sheath
,
And
the
soul
wears
out
the
breast
,
