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Very far off a few soldiers lit a little fire of their own. The night grew colder; tap, tap, went broken iron. VERY FAR OFF A FEW SOLDIERS LIT A LITTLE FIRE OF THEIR OWN THE NIGHT GREW COLDER TAP TAP WHEN BROKEN IRON
haunt the waste for ever. And evening settled down, a huge grey canvas waiting for sombre pictures; a setting for all the dark tales of the world, haunted forever a grizzly place was haunted ever, in any century, in any land; but not by mere ghosts from all those thousands of graves and half-buried bodies and sepulchral shell-holes; haunted by things huger and more disastrous than that; haunted by wailing ambitions, under the stars or moon, drifting across the rubbish that once was villages, which strews the lonely plain; the lost ambitions of two Emperors and a Sultan wailing from wind to wind and whimpering for dominion of the world. The cold wind blew over the blasted heath and bits of broken iron flapped on and on. And now the traveller hurried, for night was falling, and such a night as three witches might have brewed in a cauldron. He went on eagerly but with infinite sadness. Over the sky-line strange rockets went up from the war, peered oddly over the earth and went down again.  THE SOUND THAT WOULD HAUNT THE WASTE FOR EVER AND EVENING SETTLED DOWN A HUGE GREY CANVAS WAITING FOR SOMBRE PICTURES A SETTING FOR ALL THE DARK TALES OF THE WORLD HAUNTED FOR EVER A GRISLY PLACE WAS HAUNTED EVER IN ANY CENTURY IN ANY LAND BUT NOT BY MERE GHOSTS FROM ALL THOSE THOUSANDS OF GRAVES AND HALF BURIED BODIES AND SEPULCHROL SHELL HOLES HAUNTED BY THINGS HUGER AND MORE DISASTROUS THAN THAT HAUNTED BY WAILING AMBITIONS UNDER THE STARS OR MOON DRIFTING ACROSS THE RUBBISH THAT ONCE WAS VILLAGES WHICH STREWS THE LONELY PLAIN THE LOST AMBITIONS OF TWO EMPERORS AND A SULTAN WAILING FROM WIND TO WIND AND WHIMPERING FOR DOMINION OF THE WORLD THE COLD WIND BLEW OVER THE BLASTED HEATH AND BITS OF BROKEN IRON FLAPPED ON AND ON AND NOW THE TRAVELER HURRIED FOR NIGHT WAS FALLING AND SUCH A NIGHT AS THREE WITCHES MIGHT HAVE BREWED IN A CAULDRON HE WENT ON EAGERLY BUT WITH INFINITE SADNESS OVER THE SKY LINE STRANGE ROCKETS WENT UP FROM THE WAR PEERED ODDLY OVER THE EARTH AND WENT DOWN AGAIN
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