'The College will reopen Sept. -.' <br />`Catalogue'. <br /> <br /> <br />I was just aiming at the jagged hole <br />Torn in the yellow sandbags of their trench, <br />When something threw me sideways with a wrench, <br />And the skies seemed to shrivel like a scroll <br />And disappear . . . and propped against the bole <br />Of a big elm I lay, and watched the clouds <br />Float through the blue, deep sky in speckless crowds, <br />And I was clean again, and young, and whole. <br /> <br />Lord, what a dream that was! And what a doze <br />Waiting for Bill to come along to class! <br />I've cut it now - and he - Oh, hello, Fred! <br />Why, what's the matter? - here - don't be an ass, <br />Sit down and tell me! - What do you suppose? <br />I dreamed I . . . am I . . . wounded? 'You are dead.'<br /><br />Stephen Vincent Benet<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/campus-sonnets-return-1917/
