We fought and saw the stars and fell. To fight and win were better; To fight and fall is well. Perhaps a god directed so We should be overcome; Perhaps; we may not know. We knew the trumpet call of life; We knew the call was not To victory, but strife. And if, indeed, no god there be That hung the stars we saw, Yet we who fought, yea, we Who died, out on the bloody sod, We know beyond all doubt In us there was a god. Strong Spirit, who hast wrought A fighting world for men, Take us; like men we fought. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: WASHINGTON MCNEELY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE WAY OF THE CONVENTICLE OF THE TREES by HAYDEN CARRUTH OUR CAMP; IN THE AUTUMN WOODS by ROBERT FROST ONE OF THE LEAST OF THESE, MY LITTLE ONE' by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOMESDAY BOOK: WIDOW FORTELKA by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |