In Hospital

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Hushed and happy whiteness,
    Miles on miles of cots,
The glad contented brightness
    Where sunlight falls in spots.

Sisters swift and saintly
    Seem to tread on grass;
Like flowers stirring faintly,
    Heads turn to watch them pass.

Beauty, blood, and sorrow,
    Blending in a trance--
Eternity's to-morrow
    In this half-way house of France.

Sounds of whispered talking,
    Laboured indrawn breath;
Then like a young girl walking
    The dear familiar Death.