Verse > Anthologies > The World’s Best Poetry > Vol. VIII. National Spirit
Bliss Carman, et al., eds.  The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume VIII. National Spirit.  1904.
III. War
Civil War
Charles Dawson Shanly (1811–1875)
“RIFLEMAN, shoot me a fancy shot
  Straight at the heart of yon prowling vidette;
Ring me a ball in the glittering spot
  That shines on his breast like an amulet!”
“Ah, captain! here goes for a fine-drawn bead,        5
  There ’s music around when my barrel ’s in tune!”
Crack! went the rifle, the messenger sped,
  And dead from his horse fell the ringing dragoon.
“Now, rifleman, steal through the bushes, and snatch
  From your victim some trinket to handsel first blood;        10
A button, a loop, or that luminous patch
  That gleams in the moon like a diamond stud!”
“O captain! I staggered, and sunk on my track,
  When I gazed on the face of that fallen vidette,
For he looked so like you, as he lay on his back,        15
  That my heart rose upon me, and masters me yet.
“But I snatched off the trinket,—this locket of gold;
  An inch from the centre my lead broke its way,
Scarce grazing the picture, so fair to behold,
  Of a beautiful lady in bridal array.”        20
“Ha! rifleman, fling me the locket!—’t is she,
  My brother’s young bride, and the fallen dragoon
Was her husband—Hush! soldier, ’t was Heaven’s decree,
  We must bury him there, by the light of the moon!
“But hark! the far bugles their warnings unite;        25
  War is a virtue,—weakness a sin;
There ’s a lurking and loping around us to-night,
  Load again, rifleman, keep your hand in!”

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