Beyond the Circles Seven,
The Red-Steel Killers dwell—
The men who drave, to blade-ring home, behind the marching shell.
We knew not good nor evil,
Save only right of blade;
Yet neither god nor devil
Could hold us from our trade,
When once we watched the barrage lift, and splendidly afraid
Came scrambling out of cover,
And staggered up the hill....