"RIFLEMAN, shoot me a fancy shot Straight at the heart of yon prowling vidette; Ring me a ball in the glittering spot That shines on his breast like an amulet!" "Ah, captain! here goes for a fine-drawn bead, There's music around when my barrel's in tune!" Crack! went the rifle, the messenger sped, And dead from his horse fell the ringing dra- goon. "Now, rifleman, steal through the bushes, and snatch From your victim some trinket to handsel first blood; A button, a loop, or that luminous patch That gleams in the moon like a diamond stud!" "O captain! I staggered, and sunk on my track, When I gazed on the face of that fallen vidette, For he looked so like you, as he lay on his back, That my heart rose upon me, and masters me yet. "But I snatched off the trinket, -- this locket of gold; An inch from the centre my lead broke its way, Scarce grazing the picture, so fair to behold, Of a beautiful lady in bridal array." "Ha! rifleman, fling me the locket! -- 't is she, My brother's young bride, and the fallen dra- goon Was her husband -- Hush! soldier, 't was Heav- en's decree, We must bury him there, by the light of the moon! "But hark! the far bugles their warnings unite; War is a virtue, -- weakness a sin; There's a lurking and loping around us to-night, Load again, rifleman, keep your hand in!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO DISRAELI ON CONSERVATISM by MARIANNE MOORE ON WORDSWORTH by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE FIRST OR LAST (SONG) by THOMAS HARDY BREAK, BREAK, BREAK by ALFRED TENNYSON THE DEATH OF THE OLD YEAR by ALFRED TENNYSON THE DYING SWAN by ALFRED TENNYSON THE DESPAIRING LOVER by WILLIAM WALSH (1663-1707) CEREMONIAL ODE; INTENDED FOR A UNIVERSITY by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE |