I watched it oozing quietly Out of the gaping gash. The lads thrust on to victory With lunge and curse and crash. Half-dazed, that uproar seemed to me Like some old battle-sound Heard long ago, as quietly His blood soaked in the ground. The lads thrust on to victory With lunge and crash and shout. I lay and watched, as quietly His life was running out. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EXPOSED NEST by ROBERT FROST THE VOICELESS by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE GREEK AT CONSTANTINOPLE by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES BINGEN ON THE RHINE by CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH SHERIDAN NORTON HYMN ON SOLITUDE by JAMES THOMSON (1700-1748) TO - (4) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |