"Hurrah! See our banner a-flyin'!
"Wish I was there, but I can't get up—I wonder
if I'm a-dyin'?
"O Jim! did you ever hear of a man that lived
that was hit in the head?
"Say, Jim! did you ever hear of a man that
lived— My God! Jim's dead!"
A mist, like a web that is heavy with prey, is caught
in the green o' the fields;
It breaks and is parted as if a soul were struggling