Lone Pine! Lone Pine! Our hearts are numbly aching <br />For those who come no more, <br />Our boys who sleep the sleep that knows no waking, <br />Besides the Dardan’s shore. <br />Through all the years, with glory sad and sombre, <br />Their names will deathless shine; <br />No bugle call can wake them from their slumber: <br />Lone Pine! Lone Pine! <br />They did not quail, they did not pause or ponder, <br />They counted not the odds; <br />The order came, the foe were waiting yonder, <br />The rest was with the gods. <br />Forth from their trenches at the signal leaping, <br />They charged the Turkish line, <br />And death charged too, a royal harvest reaping, <br />Lone Pine! Lone Pine! <br />Nought could withstand that onrush, backward <br />driven, <br />The foemen broke and fled.<br /><br />Edward Harrington<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lone-pine/
