No friend of mine fights on them—and no foe.
I have not sickened at the battle stench,
Nor seen the tragic trenches where men die.
I am a woman, walking quietly,
And fond of peace and place and fireside cheer,
Yet here, afar from strife, the grey Uhlans
Have battered down my door, let in the rain,
And put me out, purse-empty, on the street.
Strange, say you?
Chance of war! Samaritans,