@3THE live man victorious Rode spurring from the fight; In a glad voice and glorious He sang of his delight And dead men three, foot-loose and free, Came after in the night.@1 And one laid hand on his bridle-rein -- Swift as the steed he sped -- "O, ride you fast, yet at the last, Hate faster rides," he said. "My sons shall know their father's foe One day when blades are red." And one laid hand on his stirrup-bar Like touch o' driven mist, "For joy you slew ere joy I knew For one girl's mouth unkissed, At your board's head, at mass, at bed, My pale ghost shall persist." And one laid hands on his own two hands, "O Brother o' mine," quoth he, "What can I give to you who live Like gift you gave to me? Since from grief and strife and ache o' life Your sword-stroke made me free." @3The live man victorious Rode spurring from the fight; In a glad voice and glorious He sang of his delight, And dead men three, foot-loose and free, Came after in the night.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE NEW ARRIVAL by GEORGE WASHINGTON CABLE A GAGE D'AMOUR by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON BATTLE SONG by EBENEZER ELLIOTT GO NOW' by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS THE LAMENTATION OF THE OLD PENSIONER (2) by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS BEETHOVEN'S SEVENTH SYMPHONY by LYMAN WHITNEY ALLEN ON KEAN'S HAMLET by WASHINGTON ALLSTON SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 38. THE RETREAT FROM MOSCOW by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |