DOWN the picket-guarded lane, Rolled the comfort-laden wain, Cheered by shouts that shook the plain, Soldier-like and merry: Phrases such as camps may teach, Sabre-cuts of Saxon speech, Such as "Bully!" "Them's the peach!" "Wade in, Sanitary!" Right and left the caissons drew, As the car went lumbering through, Quick succeeding in review Squadrons military; Sunburnt men with beards like frieze, Smooth-faced boys, and cries like these, -- "U. S. San. Com." "That's the cheese!" "Pass in, Sanitary!" In such cheer it struggled on Till the battle front was won, Then the car, its journey done, Lo! was stationary; And where bullets whistling fly, Came the sadder, fainter cry, "Help us, brothers, ere we die, -- Save us, Sanitary!" Such the work. The phantom flies, Wrapped in battle clouds that rise; But the brave -- whose dying eyes, Veiled and visionary, See the jasper gates swung wide, See the parted throng outside -- Hears the voice to those who ride: "Pass in, Sanitary!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE RANGITAKI VALLEY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE INDIA WHARF by SARA TEASDALE A HYMN TO GOD THE FATHER by JOHN DONNE MADRIGAL by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN DIVINA COMMEDIA (INTRODUCTORY POEMS): 1 by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW |