O BITTER wind toward the sunset blowing, What of the dales to-night? In yonder gray old hall what fires are glowing, What ring of festal light? "In the great window as the day was dwindling I saw an old man stand; His head was proudly held and his eyes kindling, But the list shook in his hand." O wind of twilight, was there no word uttered, No sound of joy or wail? "'A great fight and a good death,' he muttered; 'Trust him, he would not fail.'" What of the chamber dark where she was lying For whom all life is done? "Within her heart she rocks a dead child, crying 'My son, my little son.'" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE MEN OF KENT by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE SECOND MOTHERHOOD by ST. CLAIR ADAMS IN ENVY OF COWS by JOSEPH AUSLANDER BARLEY BROTH by SUSANNA BLAMIRE A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 26 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |