Before I joined the Army I lived in Donegal, Where every night the Fairies Would hold their carnival. But now I'm out in Flanders, Where men like wheat-ears fall, And it's Death and not the Fairies Who is holding carnival. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MY BOOKSELLER by BEN JONSON ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE by JOHN KEATS SONNET TO ALISA ROCK by JOHN KEATS THE LAST BUCCANEER by CHARLES KINGSLEY ON THE DEATH OF LITTLE MAHALA ASHCRAFT by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY |