This bloody steel Has killed a man. I heard him squeal As on I ran. He watched me come With wagging head. I pressed it home, And he was dead. Though clean and clear I've wiped the steel, I still can hear That dying squeal. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHERE A ROMAN VILLA STOOD, ABOVE FREIBURG' by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE TWO VOYAGERS by EMILY DICKINSON THE BIRTHDAY CROWN by WILLIAM ALEXANDER (1824-1911) WHITHER? by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON PROVERBS 25, SELECTION by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 35 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |