I HEARD the challenge "Who goes there?" Close-kept but mine through midnight air; I answered and was recognised And passed, and kindly thus advised: "There's someone crawlin' through the grass By the red ruin, or there was, And them machine guns been a firin' All the time the chaps was wirin', So sir if you're goin' out You'll keep your 'ead well down no doubt." When will the stern fine "Who goes there?" Meet me again in midnight air? And the gruff sentry's kindness, when Will kindness have such power again? It seems, as now I wake and brood, And know my hour's decrepitude, That on some dewy parapet The sentry's spirit gazes yet, Who will not speak with altered tone When I at last am seen and known. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MARIA CALLAS, THE WOMAN BEHIND THE LEGEND* by MADELINE DEFREES VENUS IN A GARDEN by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON IT IS FINISHED' by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI MEMORIAL TABLET (GREAT WAR, 1918) by SIEGFRIED SASSOON IMPRESSION DU MATIN by OSCAR WILDE BRUCE: JAMES OF DOUGLAS by JOHN BARBOUR SWORD AND BUCKLER; OR, SERVING-MAN'S DEFENCE: INTRODUCTION by WILLIAM BASSE |