Chapter Seventeen: Huntsman, What Quarry
Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber, nor a roof against the rain;
Nor yet a floating spar for men who sink
And rise and sink and rise and sink again;
Love cannot fill the thickened lung with breath,
Nor clean the blood nor set the fractured bone;
Yet many a man is making friends with death
Even as
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