I watched it oozing quietly Out of the gaping gash. The lads thrust on to victory With lunge and curse and crash. Half-dazed, that uproar seemed to me Like some old battle-sound Heard long ago, as quietly His blood soaked in the ground. The lads thrust on to victory With lunge and crash and shout. I lay and watched, as quietly His life was running out. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ALNWICK CASTLE by FITZ-GREENE HALLECK THE WAY THROUGH THE WOODS by RUDYARD KIPLING ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 71 by PHILIP SIDNEY THE END OF THE PLAY by WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY BEAUTY'S ARMOURY by AL-HADRAMI ALL THIS by REBA MAXWELL AVERY |