There in the meadow-land Two jackdaws cry-- Is it on Danube's strand I'll have to lie? Or in a Polish grave? Before my soul shall fly, I'll fight a rider brave. There on the field I see Two ravens scurry. Shall I the first one be Whom they must bury? What's that to me! Many hundred thousands hurry In Austria's cavalry. There in the evening breath Hover two crows: When comes the reaper Death Who mows and mows? We're not afraid! If but our banner blows Over Belgrade! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE LEAVES by HAYDEN CARRUTH CONTRA MORTEM: THE MOUNTAIN FASTNESS by HAYDEN CARRUTH FOREST FLOWERS by ROBERT FROST CHERRY BLOSSOMS BLOWING IN WEST BLOWING SNOW by JAMES GALVIN ABOVE AND WITHIN by DAVID IGNATOW DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 5. THE DANCING GIRL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |