by Alfred Edward Housman (1859 - 1936)

I did not lose my heart in summer's even
Language: English 
I did not lose my heart in summer's even,
  When roses to the moonrise burst apart:
When plumes were under heel and lead was flying,
  In blood and smoke and flame I lost my heart.

I lost it to a soldier and a foeman,
  A chap that did not kill me, but he tried;
That took the sabre straight, and took it striking
  And laughed and kissed his hand to me and died.

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This text was added to the website: 2008-12-13
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