The daybreak comes so pure and still. He said that I was pure as dawn, That day we climbed to Signal Hill, Back there before the war came on. God keep me pure as he is brave, And fit to take his name. I let him go and fight to save Some other girl from shame. Across the gulch it glimmers white, The little house we plotted for. We would be sitting there tonight If he had never gone to war— The firelight and the cricket's cheep, My arm around his neck— I let him go and fight to keep Some other home from wreck. And every day I ride to town The wide lands talk to me of him— The slopes with pine trees marching down, The spread-out prairies, blue and dim. He loved it for the freedom's sake Almost as he loved me. I let him go and fight to make Some other country free. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STORIES ARE MADE OF MISTAKES by JAMES GALVIN THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: THE CHESSBOARD by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON TO THE ONE OF FICTIVE MUSIC by WALLACE STEVENS SPANIARDS' GRAVES AT THE ISLES OF SHOALS by CELIA LEIGHTON THAXTER THE ARTILLERYMAN'S VISION by WALT WHITMAN THE CHARACTER OF A HAPPY LIFE by HENRY WOTTON ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 15. ON DOMESTIC MANNERS (UNFINISHED) by MARK AKENSIDE |