30.04.2012, 18:38
Christopher Brennan
1897 - 1918 Australien
Kitchener
A cold and choking death in tumbling seas,
Track'd down by enemies' eyes towards bitter night,
With the first stars to witness his last fight -
This was his end, whose life forswore all ease:
Witness, ye Orient sands and burning breeze,
That train'd his patient manhood to the might
Ye mourn with us, whelm'd now by Fortune's spite
Where the great surge sets past the Orcades.
England, he would bid, nor, till victorious right,
As he would bid, nor, till victorious right,
Hold thou with yonder sly and murderous beast
Or truce or parley; that, of all our slain,
Even from this greatest down unto the least
Nor he, nor any, shall have died in vain.
1897 - 1918 Australien
Kitchener
A cold and choking death in tumbling seas,
Track'd down by enemies' eyes towards bitter night,
With the first stars to witness his last fight -
This was his end, whose life forswore all ease:
Witness, ye Orient sands and burning breeze,
That train'd his patient manhood to the might
Ye mourn with us, whelm'd now by Fortune's spite
Where the great surge sets past the Orcades.
England, he would bid, nor, till victorious right,
As he would bid, nor, till victorious right,
Hold thou with yonder sly and murderous beast
Or truce or parley; that, of all our slain,
Even from this greatest down unto the least
Nor he, nor any, shall have died in vain.