Mid flower beds I chanced to stand, And gazed upon a gorgeous land That blooming wide before me lay Beneath the harvest sun's hot ray; And in the apple-tree's fair shade My host and I together stayed And listened to a nightingale, And peace was over hill and dale. There whizzed, the distant rails along, A train that brought a happy throng. What magic! And besides it bore Of blessed goods a heavy store. But once I saw the iron track Destroyed and torn for miles. Alack-- And here where flowers now abound Was then a barren, stirred-up ground. A summer morn was glowing bright, Like this one: down from every height, With bag and knapsack all day long, From ambuscades there poured a throng Prepared to storm, a dazzling sea, The army of the enemy. I stood as though of iron cast, Upon my sabre leaning, fast. With lips apart and open-eyed Into the mouth of hell I spied. "Quick fire!" "Stand still!" Now they are there! High waves the flag through smoky air! And up and down go men in rows, And many sink in deadly throes. Now someone stabs me as I fall, Stabs hard--I have no strength at all. Before, beneath me, round about, A frightful struggle, rage and rout. And o'er this tangle wild, in fear I see a shying war horse rear. The hoof I see like lightning whir, The clotted sear from pricking spur, The girth, the spattered mud, the red Of nostrils swelling wide with dread. Between us now with clanging sound The bombshell bursts its iron bound; A dragon rears, the earth is rent-- Down falls the whole wide firmament! They wail and moan, and dust is spread Upon the laurels and the dead. 'Mid flower beds I chanced to stand And gazed upon a gorgeous land That far and wide before me lay Beneath the peace-fan's lulling sway. And in the apple-trees' fair shade My host and I together stayed And hearkened to the nightingale; And roses bloomed on hill and dale. |