And these are the History of my recovery My reclamation of all Long buried and lost - I am trumpeting the Last post the last Stand - I can do No more now than I have done, come Far and long bearing Great burdens. This is the Place, the ground, Where I lay them down And stare at the Sun to come, a pale blue Sky in the dawn, my words borne Silently and proudly By the wind as he Snatches me and Journeys on.next poem