 | The Battle-Day and Other Poems |  |
A single rider from the field,
All worn with wounds, when day was low,
With severed sword and shattered shield,
But heart unbroken by the blow
That laid his life before his foe,
Rode to seek uncoffined rest
In the spot becomes a soldier best:
A warrior's grave on heather wild,
With the death of a man and the sleep of a child!
All worn with wounds, when day was low,
With severed sword and shattered shield,
But heart unbroken by the blow
That laid his life before his foe,
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In the spot becomes a soldier best:
A warrior's grave on heather wild,
With the death of a man and the sleep of a child!
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