The scars of many a blow Can the maim'd soldier show, Yet still unto the war does go. Fame makes him watch many a winter night, He sleeps oft on the ground; With hunger, thirst, and foes he oft must fight, And all but for a sound. Whole long days must he march, When all his force is spent; The scorching sun his skin doth parch, Yet is his heart content. Shall then for fame a soldier do all this, And I shrink, suff'ring less for heavenly bliss? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A POEM FROM THE EDGE OF AMERICA by JAMES GALVIN A VALENTINE TO SHERWOOD ANDERSON by GERTRUDE STEIN HELEN OF TROY by SARA TEASDALE THE BALLAD OF PROSE AND RHYME by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON THE TWELVE-FORTY-FIVE (FOR EDWARD J. WHEELER) by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER FOUR THINGS [TO DO] by HENRY VAN DYKE EVIL EASIER THAN GOOD by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |