SWIFTLY the shrieking fire-bird gleams Before his blank, bewildered face. Close to his ear the bullet screams, The battle swirls about his place. ONE thought alone stands clear to him Whose rigid arms the Standard keep, Before whose desperate eyes and dim The ranks reel by as seen in sleep, ONE longing -- in the orchard lane, Far from this blazing blare of death, To stand at twilight once again And draw one deep, untroubled breath. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FINALITY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON UNCLE JIM'S BAPTIST REVIVAL HYMN by SIDNEY LANIER THE FALL; A GREAT FAVORIT BEHEADED by LUIS DE GONGORA A NYMPH'S PASSION by BEN JONSON POCAHONTAS by GEORGE POPE MORRIS |