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
The General’s Death
Joseph O’Connor (1841–1908)
THE GENERAL dashed along the road
  Amid the pelting rain;
How joyously his bold face glowed
  To hear our cheers’ refrain!
His blue blouse flapped in wind and wet,        5
  His boots were splashed with mire,
But round his lips a smile was set,
  And in his eyes a fire.
A laughing word, a gesture kind,—
  We did not ask for more,        10
With thirty weary miles behind,
  A weary fight before.
The gun grew light to every man,
  The crossed belts ceased their stress,
As onward to the column’s van        15
  We watched our leader press.
Within an hour we saw him lie,
  A bullet in his brain,
His manly face turned to the sky,
  And beaten by the rain.        20

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