DREARY East winds howling o'er us; Clay-lands knee-deep spread before us; Mire and ice and snow and sleet; Aching backs and frozen feet; Knees which reel as marches quicken, Ranks which thin as corpses thicken; While with carrion birds we eat, Calling puddle-water sweet, As we pledge the health of our general, who fares as rough as we: What can daunt us, what can turn us, led to death by such as he? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FRAGMENT ON DEATH by FRANCOIS VILLON EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: THE COWARD by RUDYARD KIPLING EPITAPH ON A JACOBITE by THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY THE MARYLAND BATTALION [AUGUST 27, 1776] by JOHN WILLIAMSON PALMER SONNETS TO LAURA IN LIFE: 109 by PETRARCH ON THE DEATH OF LITTLE MAHALA ASHCRAFT by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY MOST LOVELY SHADE; FOR ALICE BOUVERIE by EDITH SITWELL |