The scars of many a blow Can the maim'd soldier show, Yet still unto the war does go. Fame makes him watch many a winter night, He sleeps oft on the ground; With hunger, thirst, and foes he oft must fight, And all but for a sound. Whole long days must he march, When all his force is spent; The scorching sun his skin doth parch, Yet is his heart content. Shall then for fame a soldier do all this, And I shrink, suff'ring less for heavenly bliss? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ALMSWOMEN by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN HOW THEY BROUGHT THE GOOD NEWS FROM GHENT TO AIX by ROBERT BROWNING TO MAKE A PRAIRIE by EMILY DICKINSON W'EN I GITS HOME by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE MAN-OF-WAR HAWK by HERMAN MELVILLE |