I HEARD the challenge "Who goes there?" Close-kept but mine through midnight air; I answered and was recognised And passed, and kindly thus advised: "There's someone crawlin' through the grass By the red ruin, or there was, And them machine guns been a firin' All the time the chaps was wirin', So sir if you're goin' out You'll keep your 'ead well down no doubt." When will the stern fine "Who goes there?" Meet me again in midnight air? And the gruff sentry's kindness, when Will kindness have such power again? It seems, as now I wake and brood, And know my hour's decrepitude, That on some dewy parapet The sentry's spirit gazes yet, Who will not speak with altered tone When I at last am seen and known. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ICE by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON A VISION UPON [THIS CONCEIT] OF THE FAERIE QUEENE (1) by WALTER RALEIGH SONNET: 53 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 54 by PHILIP SIDNEY CARELESS LINES ON LABOUR by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE ART OF PRESERVING HEALTH: BOOK 2. RUSTIC INTERIOR by JOHN ARMSTRONG |