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						The Queen's Men by Rudyard Kipling 
						
						Valour and Innocence            Have latterly gone hence     To certain death by certain shame attended.     Envy--ah! even to tears! --     The fortune of their years     Which, though so few, yet so divinely ended.         Scarce had they lifted up     Life's full and fiery cup,     Than they had set it down untouched before them.     Before their day arose     They beckoned it to close--     Close in confusion and destruction o'er them.
      They did not stay to ask     What prize should crown their task--     Well  sure  that  prize  was  such  as  no  man strives  for;     But passed into eclipse,     Her kiss upon their lips--     Even Belphoebe's, whom they gave their lives for!						 
						
						
						
						
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