Part 1 — THE THREE

Three dead men rose on nimble toes Above the frozen clay; And as they sped, each of the Dead Told how he died that day. Said one, "I sent the Regiment To safety as I fell." The Second cried, "Before I died I hurled the foe to Hell." As for the Third, he spoke no word But hastened on his way, Until at last a whisper passed: "How did you die today?" "There was a maid slept unafraid Within a hut," he said. "I searched the place and for a space I thought that all had fled. "But her breast glowed white in the morning light As the early dawn grew red; Tiptoe I came in lust and shame And stood beside her bed. "And there I fought an evil thought And won—and turned to go; Then as I went into my tent A bullet struck me low." The others heard and spoke no word (For dead men understand), But 'round they turned and their deep eyes burned As they gripped his leaden hand.