I AM banished from the patient men who fight They smote my heart to pity, built my pride. Shoulder to aching shoulder, side by side, They trudged away from life's broad wealds of light. Their wrongs were mine; and ever in my sight They went arrayed in honour. But they died, -- Not one by one: and mutinous I cried To those who sent them out into the night. The darkness tells how vainly I have striven To free them from the pit where they must dwell In outcast gloom convulsed and jagged and riven By grappling guns. Love drove me to rebel. Love drives me back to grope with them through hell; And in their tortured eyes I stand forgiven. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WITCH by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE SUMMER LONGINGS by DENIS FLORENCE MCCARTHY DEATH AND CUPID; AN ALLEGORY by JOHN GODFREY SAXE THE OUTGOING OF SABBATH by ALTER ABELSON THE HAPPY LOVER by PHILIP AYRES |