CHAMPS D'HONNEUR - Felicia Dorothea Hemans Poems


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Soldiers never do die well;
          Crosses mark the places --
Wooden crosses where they fell,
          Stuck above their faces.
Soldiers pitch and cough and twitch --
          All the world roars red and black;
Soldiers smother in a ditch,
          Choking through the whole attack.