An Allegory
The fight was over, and the battle won A soldier, who beneath his chieftains eye Had done a might deed and done it well, And done it as the world will have it done, A stab, a curse, some quick play of the butt, Two skulls cracked crosswise, but the colours saved, Proud of his wounds, proud of the promised cross, Turned to his rear-rank man, who on his gun Leant heavily apart. Ho, friend! he called, You did not fight then: were you left behind? I saw you not. The other turned and showed A gapping, red-lipped wound upon his breast. Ah, said he sadly, I was in the smoke! Threw up his arms, shivered, and fell and died.
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