Lie down and rest, the fight is done, āàThy comrades to the camp retire; Gaze not so earnestly upon āàThe far gleam of the beacon fire. O list not to the wind-born sounds, āàOf music and of soldiers' cheer; Thou canst not go-remember wounds āàExhaust thy life and hold thee here. Had that hand power to raise the sword āàWhich since this morn laid many low; Had that tongue strength to speak the word, āàThat urged thy followers on the foe; Were that warm blood within thy veins āàWhich now upon the earth is flowing, Splashing its sod with crimson stains, āàRedding the pale heath round thee growing; Then Roderic, thou mightst still be turning āàWith eager eye and anxious breast To where those signal lights are burning, āàTo where thy war-worn comrades rest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OLD ENEMY by SARA TEASDALE ON THE BALCONY by PAUL VERLAINE ITALIAN MUSIC IN DAKOTA (THE SEVENTEENTH - THE FINEST REGIMENTAL BAND) by WALT WHITMAN BEVERLY SHORE IN WINTER by THOMAS GOLD APPLETON SONNET: 16 by RICHARD BARNFIELD PSALM 22. DEUS DEUS MEUS by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE TEARS OF A PAINTER by VINCENT BOURNE A VALEDICTION by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING OUT OF THE SHADOWS: AN UNFINISHED SONNET-SEQUENCE 17 by JOSEPH SEAMON COTTER JR. |