Such Is the Death the Soldier Dies
By Robert Burns Wilson (1850-1916) |
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SUCH is the death the
soldier dies:
He falls,�the column speeds away;
Upon
the dabbled grass he lies,
His brave heart following,
still, the fray.
The smoke-wraiths drift among the
trees,
The battle storms along the hill;
The glint of
distant arms he sees;
He hears his comrades shouting
still.
A glimpse of far-borne flags, that fade
And
vanish in the rolling din:
He knows the sweeping charge
is made,
The cheering lines are closing in.
Unmindful of his mortal wound,
He faintly calls and seeks
to rise;
But weakness drags him to the ground:�
Such
is the death the soldier dies. |
By
Robert Burns Wilson (1850-1916)
Listed May 2, 2013 |
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