I sing what was lost and dread what was won, I walk in a battle fought over again, My king a lost king, and lost soldiers my men; Feet to the Rising and Setting may run, They always beat on the same small stone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT THE BRITISH MUSEUM by RICHARD ALDINGTON CAMPUS SONNET: RETURN - 1917 by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET TO KNOW IN REVERIE THE ONLY PHENOMENOLOGY OF THE ABSOLUTE by HAYDEN CARRUTH A DISCRETE LOVE POEM by JAMES GALVIN TO SEE THE STARS IN DAYLIGHT by JAMES GALVIN MY BOY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |