Dark, and the shells are falling, Thick as can be. Somewhere the Sergeant's bawling— Bawling for me. Night, and the rain is teeming, Oh, Mountain Dew, Now I am vainly dreaming— Dreaming of you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SACRAL DREAMS OF RAMON FERNANDEZ by JAMES GALVIN AFTER WRITING A POEM by DAVID IGNATOW A MID-DAY DREAMER by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON ADELAIDE AND JOHN WILKES BOOTH by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |