I cast him also, and a third began
And he too died. But I am none of those.
Is there another still to die.... Who knows?”
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Then in his pain, half wondering what he did,
He made to struggle towards that belfried place.
And groaning down the sodden bank he slid
And groaning in the lane he felt his trace
Of bloodied mire: then halted with his face
Upwards, towards the gateway, breathing hard