24
BALLADS OF BATTLE
"I mind o' a field, a stricken field,
And a waeful wound that bled—
Now I am dead."
And a waeful wound that bled—
Now I am dead."
They turned them on their backs again,
As when their souls had sped,
And nothing further said.
*****
The dead spake together last night,
And each to the other said,
"Why are we dead?"
As when their souls had sped,
And nothing further said.
*****
The dead spake together last night,
And each to the other said,
"Why are we dead?"
