REH’s Writings

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One Who Comes at Eventide

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SectionFinished and Professional

Opening lines

I think when I am old a furtive shapeWill sit beside me at my fireless hearth,Dabbled with blood from stumps of severed wrists,And flecked with blackened bits of mouldy earth.

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Finished / professionalOne Who Comes at Eventide

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the furtive shapefuture apparition of the speaker’s guilt1 textual state the guilty veteranwar criminal haunted by what he did1 textual state