(In Memory of J. W. T. Jr.)
He was a soldier in that fight
Where there is neither flag nor drum,
And without sound of musketry
The stealthy foemen come.
Year in, year out, by day and night
They forced him to a slow retreat,
And for his gallant fight alone
No fife was blown, and no drum beat.
In winter fog, in gathering mist
The gray grim battle had its end-
And at the very last we knew
His enemy had turned his friend.
The Silent Battle
Sara Teasdale
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Poem topics: alone, fog, friend, memory, night, soldier, winter, battle, enemy, slow, sound, Valentine's Day, fight, year, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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