WHEN Napoleon was flying From the field of Waterloo, A British soldier dying To his brother bade adieu! "And take," he said, "this token To the maid that owns my faith, With the words that I have spoken In affection's latest breath." Sore mourned the brother's heart, When the youth beside him fell; But the trumpet warned to part, And they took a sad farewell. There was many a friend to lose him, For that gallant soldier sighed; But the maiden of his bosom Wept when all their tears were dried. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IRELAND (1847) by DENIS FLORENCE MCCARTHY THE LABORS OF HERCULES by MARIANNE MOORE VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1882 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE TRIUMPH OF TIME by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE THE LOVER SHOWETH HOW HE IS FORSAKEN by THOMAS WYATT A BIT OF MULL by FREDERICK HENRY HERBERT ADLER |