Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AFTER THE BATTLE, by RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH Poet's Biography First Line: We crown'd the hard-won heights at Last Line: Which he should early see. | ||||||||
WE crown'd the hard-won heights at length, Baptiz'd in flame and fire; We saw the foeman's sullen strength, That grimly made retire -- Saw close at hand, then saw more far Beneath the battle-smoke The ridges of his shatter'd war, That broke and ever broke. But one, an English household's pride, Dear many ways to me, Who climb'd that death-path by my side, I sought, but could not see. Last seen, what time our foremost rank That iron tempest tore; He touch'd, he scal'd the rampart bank -- Seen then, and seen no more. One friend to aid, I measur'd back With him that pathway dread; No fear to wander from our track -- Its waymarks English dead. Light thicken'd: but our search was crown'd, As we too well divin'd; And after briefest quest we found What we most fear'd to find. His bosom with one death-shot riven, The warrior-boy lay low; His face was turn'd unto the heaven, His feet unto the foe. As he had fallen upon the plain, Inviolate he lay; No ruffian spoiler's hand profane Had touch'd that noble clay. And precious things he still retain'd, Which, by one distant hearth, Lov'd tokens of the lov'd, had gain'd A worth beyond all worth. I treasur'd these for them who yet Knew not their mighty wo; I softly seal'd his eyes, and set One kiss upon his brow. A decent grave we scoop'd him, where Less thickly lay the dead, And decently compos'd him there Within that narrow bed. O theme for manhood's bitter tears: The beauty and the bloom Of less than twenty summer years Shut in that darksome tomb! Of soldier-sire the soldier-son; Life's honor'd eventide One lives to close in England, one In maiden battle died: And they, that should have been the mourn'd, The mourners' parts obtain: Such thoughts were ours, as we return'd To earth its earth again. Brief words we read of faith and prayer Beside that hasty grave; Then turn'd away, and left him there, The gentle and the brave: I calling back with thankful heart, With thoughts to peace allied, Hours when we two had knelt apart Upon the lone hillside; And, comforted, I prais'd the grace Which him had led to be An early seeker of that Face Which he should early see. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HARMOSAN by RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH ONE SHORT HOUR by RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH A LEGEND OF TOLEDO by RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH ALMA by RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH O! WONDROUS DEATH by RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH RETIREMENT by RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH SADNESS BORN OF BEAUTY by RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH THE BANISHED KINGS by RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH THE BARMECIDES by RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH THE CHRIST by RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH THE LENT JEWELS; A JEWISH APOLOGUE by RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH |
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