There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man - It hurls it's barbed syllables And is mute again - But where it fell The Saved will tell On patriotic day, Some epauletted Brother Gave his breath away! Wherever runs the breathless sun - Wherever roams the day - There is it's noiseless onset - There is it's victory! Behold the keenest marksman- The most accomplished host! Time's sublimest target Is a soul "forgot"! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOT TRANSHISTORICAL DEATH, OR AT LEAST NOT QUITE by HAYDEN CARRUTH LITTLE BROTHER'S STORY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD OFFICE PARTY: DISTAFF VIEW by KAREN SWENSON EPITAPH: FOR A VIRGIN LADY by COUNTEE CULLEN THE CENTAURS by JAMES STEPHENS EAST AND WEST by MATTHEW ARNOLD |