The Great War

from War: an Ode And Other Poems, an electronic edition

Battle

Thy beauty is bugle and banner--bugle, and banner, and prize!

I march to the beat of thy heart, and the oriflamme of thine eyes.

My falchion flashes thy smile, as I fight to the far-off goal--

The star of love that burns on the battlement of thy soul.

0 Queen! the bugle is blowing, the banners flutter and stream;

Thy heart is beating such music, I fight as one in a dream.

I am blind; in my blood there is thunder; there is lightning around and above,

I have cloven a cohort asunder, I swoon on the ramparts of love.