"I cannot quite remember.... There were five Dropt dead beside me in the trench -- and three Whispered their dying messages to me...." Back from the trenches, more dead than alive, Stone-deaf and dazed, and with a broken knee, He hobbled slowly, muttering vacantly: "I cannot quite remember.... There were five Dropt dead beside me in the trench, and three Whispered their dying messages to me.... "Their friends are waiting, wondering how they thrive -- Waiting a word in silence patiently.... But what they said, or who their friends may be "I cannot quite remember.... There were five Dropt dead beside me in the trench, -- and three Whispered their dying messages to me...." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO ELIZABETH, COUNTESS OF RUTLAND by BEN JONSON TO A CHILD OF QUALITY, FIVE YEARS OLD. THE AUTHOR THAN FORTY by MATTHEW PRIOR GREENES FUNERALLS: SONNET 8 by RICHARD BARNFIELD ASOLANDO: ARCADES AMBO by ROBERT BROWNING DON JUAN: CANTO 12 by GEORGE GORDON BYRON SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 93 by BLISS CARMAN THE LAST OF APRIL by JOHN CLARE SONG OF THE THREE SEEDS IN THE MACAW'S BEAK by ELIZABETH JANE COATSWORTH |