Schoolmistress <br />Having, with bold Horatius, stamped her feet <br />And waved a final swashing arabesque <br />O'er the brave days of old, she ceased to bleat, <br />Slapped her Macaulay back upon the desk, <br />Resuned her calm gaze and her lofty seat. <br /> <br />There, while she heard the classic lines repeat, <br />Once more the teacher's face clenched stern; <br />For through the window, looking on the street, <br />Three soldiers hailed her. She made no return. <br />One was called 'Orace whom she would not greet.<br /><br />Wilfred Owen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/schoolmistress/
