Dead! stark dead in the long, strong grass! But he died with his sword in his hand. Who says it? who saw it? God saw it! And I knew him! St. George! he would draw it, Though they swooped down in mass Till they darkened the land! Then the seventeen wounds in his breast! Ah! these witness best! Dead! stark dead in the long, strong grass! Dead! and alone in the great dark land! O mother! not Empress now, mother! A nobler name, too, than all other, The laurel leaf fades from thy hand! O mother that waiteth, a mass! Masses and chants must be said, And cypress, instead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RICH DAYS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES GREEK SONG: 1. THE STORM OF DELPHI by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS THE DAY IS DONE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW RECONCILIATION by GEORGE WILLIAM RUSSELL NOTHING WILL DIE by ALFRED TENNYSON THE REVENGE; A BALLAD OF THE FLEET by ALFRED TENNYSON |