(Affixing the Lists of Killed and Wounded: December 1899) I LAST year I called this world of gaingivings The darkest thinkable, and questioned sadly If my own land could heave its pulse less gladly, So charged it seemed with circumstance that brings The tragedy of things. II Yet at that censured time no heart was rent Or feature blanched of parent, wife, or daughter By hourly posted sheets of scheduled slaughter; Death waited Nature's wont; Peace smiled unshent From Ind to Occident. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BELLS FOR JOHN WHITESIDE'S DAUGHTER by JOHN CROWE RANSOM MAY CELEBRANTS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET O YE JOYS! by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON PSALM 86 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE LITTLEHOLME; FOR J.S. AND A.W.S. by GORDON BOTTOMLEY A RAIN-DREAM by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT |