(Affixing the Lists of Killed and Wounded: December 1899) I LAST year I called this world of gaingivings The darkest thinkable, and questioned sadly If my own land could heave its pulse less gladly, So charged it seemed with circumstance that brings The tragedy of things. II Yet at that censured time no heart was rent Or feature blanched of parent, wife, or daughter By hourly posted sheets of scheduled slaughter; Death waited Nature's wont; Peace smiled unshent From Ind to Occident. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FUTURE LIFE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT AN EPITAPH ON M.H. by CHARLES COTTON THE BLESSED VIRGIN, COMPARED TO THE AIR WE BREATHE by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS HAIL COLUMBIA by JOSEPH HOPKINSON LOST HAPPINESS by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS VENDEMIAIRE by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE ENOUGH by OTTO JULIUS BIERBAUM |