So they might win a victor’s haught renown,
Held their steel straight against the face of Death,
And frowned his frowning down.
…
And some who climbed the deadly glacis-side,
For all that steel could stay, or savage shell;
And some, whose blood upon the Colours dried
Tells if they bore them well.
Some, too, who, gentle-hearted even in strife,
Seeing their fellow or their friend go down,