The Death of Chatterton, 1856 by Henry Wallis
XXVIII.
To fight aloud is very brave,
but gallanter, I know,
Who charge within the bosom,
The cavalry of woe.
Who win, and nations do not see,
Who fall, and none observe,
Whose dying eyes no country
Regards with patriot love.
We trust, in plumed procession,
For such the angels go,
Rank after rank, with even feet
And uniforms of snow.
-Taken from Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson
© 1982 Crown Publishers, Inc.
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