OVER the Dead is a Syrian sky, And a light wind blows from the Vale of Baidar; But what care they as they mutely lie, -- Column and captain, steed and rider? Tulips and poppies can never bloom Dear to their slumber as English daisies; Nor the nightingale's warble in bowery gloom Atone for the skylark's rapturous mazes. Ghostly cities and nameless graves; -- This is the sum of the battle's story! And the wind of Baidar the brown grass waves, And sighs above them, "Alas for Glory!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ASSAULT HEROIC by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES JAFFAR by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT TO A CYCLAMEN by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE DEATH-BED by SIEGFRIED SASSOON CHRISTMAS AT SEA by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |