Cossacks they're coming! <br />The eager hoofs are drumming, <br />On glinting steel the autumn sunlight glances. <br />The distant mass draws nearer, <br />The surging line shows clearer <br />An angry, tossing wave of manes and lances. <br /> <br />The torrent opens wider; <br />As one, move horse and rider, <br />One heart, one soul, one body, and one breath. <br />The narrow eyes are laughing, <br />The wine of war they're quaffing, <br />The glorious draught of swift, resistless death. <br /> <br />They've met them they're through them ! <br />In writhing heaps they strew them, <br />Through breaking lines the whipping whirlwind crashes. <br />Then pauselessly it flies on <br />Away to the horizon, <br />And disappears in distant, glinting flashes.<br /><br />Jessie Pope<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-cossack-charge/
