We came upon him sitting in the sun, Blinded by war, and left. And past the fence There came young soldiers from the Hand and Flower, Asking advice of his experience. And he said this, and that, and told them tales, And all the nightmares of each empty head Blew into air; then, hearing us beside, "Poor chaps, how'd they know what it's like?" he said. And we stood there, and watched him as he sat, Turning his sockets where they went away, Until it came to one of us to ask "And you're -- how old?" "Nineteen, the third of May." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT SUNSET TIME by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE RUSTIC LAD'S LAMENT IN THE TOWN by DAVID MACBETH MOIR HUGH SELWYN MAUBERLEY: 4 by EZRA POUND ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 20 by PHILIP SIDNEY LOVE'S CHANGE by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH COMPANIONSHIP AT NIGHT by AGNES STEWART BECK SONNET (3) by JOACHIM DU BELLAY |