The morning is clean and blue and the wind blows up the clouds: Now my thoughts gathered from afar Once again in their patched armour, with rusty plumes and blunted swords, Move out to war. Smoking our morning pipes we shall ride two and two Through the woods. For our old cause keeps us together, And our hatred is so precious not death or defeat can break it. God willing, we shall this day meet that old enemy Who has given us so many a good beating. Thank God we have a cause worth fighting for, And a cause worth losing and a good song to sing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO SONNETS: 1 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE BOATMAN OF KINSALE by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS DAMON THE MOWER by ANDREW MARVELL THE FOURTH OF JULY by JOHN PIERPONT COMPOSED BY THE SIDE OF GRASMERE by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE VIKING by CLARIBEL WEEKS AVERY A VIGNETTE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |