Gold flashes in the dark, And on the road Each side, behind, in front of us, Gold sparks Where the fierce bullets strike the stones. In a near shell-hole lies a wounded man, The stretcher-bearers bending over him; And at our feet Cower shrinkingly against the ground Dark shadowy forms of men. Only we two stand upright; All differences of life and character smoothed out And nothing left Save that one foolish tie of caste That will not let us shrink. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SOLILOQUY OF A TURKEY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR FALLING ASLEEP by SIEGFRIED SASSOON HEART AND MIND by EDITH SITWELL THE GREENWOOD SHRIFT; GEORGE III AND A DYING WOMAN IN WINDSOR FOREST by ROBERT SOUTHEY SIX O'CLOCK by TRUMBULL STICKNEY |