Rusty soldiers, Still drilling in broken ranks, With your bent bayonets, Your yellow flapping arms, You cannot make me believe You have won the battle. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHY PLAGUE ME, LOVES? by ASCLEPIADES OF SAMOS FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: SORROW by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES LOST BUT FOUND by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR SONNETS OF SEVEN CITIES: PHILADELPHIA by BERTON BRALEY COME SI QUANDO by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES |