'I'LL tell - being past all praying for - Then promptly die.... He was out at the war, And got some scent of the intimacy That was under way between her and me; And he stole back home, and appeared like a ghost One night, at the very time almost That I reached her house. Well, I shot him dead, And secretly buried him. Nothing was said. 'The news of the battle came next day; He was scheduled missing. I hurried away, Got out there, visited the field, And sent home word that a search revealed He was one of the slain; though, lying alone And stript, his body had not been known. 'But she suspected. I lost her love, Yea, my hope of earth, and of Heaven above; And my time's now come, and I'll pay the score, Though it be burning for evermore.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUCOLIC COMEDY: FOX TROT by EDITH SITWELL ELEONORA; A PANEGYRICAL POEM by JOHN DRYDEN SOMETHING BEYOND by MARY CLEMMER AMES HUDSON EPICUREAN by WILLIAM JAMES LINTON THE FLIGHT OF THE GEESE by CHARLES GEORGE DOUGLAS ROBERTS PRAYER FOR A BOY WITH A KITE by DOROTHY P. ALBAUGH SONNETS OF MANHOOD: SONNET 25. 'SOMETHING WAS WANTING' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |