TIE a bandage over his eyes, And at his feet Let rifles drearily patter Their death-prayers of defeat. Throw a blanket over his body, It need no longer stir; Truth will but stand the stronger For all who died for her. Now he has broken through To his own secret place; Which, if we dared to do, We would have no more power left to look on that dead face. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A DARK GIRL by GWENDOLYN B. BENNETT THE ROAD NOT TAKEN by ROBERT FROST AMORETTI: 34 by EDMUND SPENSER THE END OF IT by FRANCIS THOMPSON THE NOTHING REDEMPTION by BRUCE WEIGL THE AFFECTIONATE SHEPHERD; OR COMPLAINT OF DAPHNIS by RICHARD BARNFIELD |