 | Poems |  |
As we retraced the battle's red heath,
There lay Hubba all stiffened in death;
His lips were unclosed, as when the last groan
Of parting life had between them flown.
In the vain endeavour to staunch its tide,
One cold hand was glued to his side.
Firmly, the other was clenched around
The reafen staff, as it lay on the ground.
He ope'd his fierce eyes, and he closed, methought,
His teeth with a grin, as I wrenched it out.”
There lay Hubba all stiffened in death;
His lips were unclosed, as when the last groan
Of parting life had between them flown.
In the vain endeavour to staunch its tide,
One cold hand was glued to his side.
Firmly, the other was clenched around
The reafen staff, as it lay on the ground.
13
His teeth with a grin, as I wrenched it out.”
| Poems | |