I sing what was lost and dread what was won, I walk in a battle fought over again, My king a lost king, and lost soldiers my men; Feet to the Rising and Setting may run, They always beat on the same small stone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINES ON OBSERVING A BLOSSOM [ON THE FIRST OF FEBRUARY 1796] by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE WHITE ISLAND, OR PLACE OF THE BLEST by ROBERT HERRICK ON CRITICS; IN IMITATION OF ANACREON by MATTHEW PRIOR MAY (1) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI ON BEING ASKED IF ONE WAS A NUMBER, REPLY TO MR. HOUGHTON by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |