I've never been on No Man's Land, I've never crossed the sea, But Oh, I know that No Man's Land Holds treasures dear to me, I know that somewhere on its soil The richest jewels lie, And gold is there,—aye, gleaming gold For which men strive and die. I've heard men tell of No Man's Land, How jewels have been found By some of low estate, and some Of high, upon its ground, The jewels that I long for most, And gold I fain would gain, But poets write, and pens are weak, For them to wish is vain. I've asked the men from No Man's Land The names of jewels there, And what's the worth of yellow gold That lies abundant there, And this is what they've answered me, They spake with bated breath, The jewels, "Courage, Honor, Hope, The price of gold is—Death." I cannot go to No Man's Land, But oh, my heart is there, I know what men have sacrificed To gain these treasures rare, My inner eyes can see their souls As shimmering mists of gold Kissed by the sun on No Man's Land, Their numbers are untold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |