Traveller on foreign ground, whoe'er thou art, <br />Tell the great tidings! They went down that day <br />A Legion, and came back from victory <br />Two hundred men and Glory! On the mart <br />Is this 'to losc?' Yet, Stranger, thou shalt say <br />These were our common Britons. 'Tis our way <br />In England. Aye, ye heavens! I saw them part <br />The Death-Sea as an English dog leaps o'er <br />The rocks into the ocean. He goes in <br />Thick as a lion, and he comes out thin <br />As a starved wolf; but lo! he brings to shore <br />A life above his own, which when his heart <br />Bursts with that final effort, from the stones <br />Springs up and builds a temple o'er his bones.<br /><br />Sydney Thompson Dobell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cavalry-charge-at-balaclava/
