SEA SPRAY &> SMOKE DRIFT 



But I saw him shorten his horse's stroke 



As we splash'd through the marshy ground ; 

 I remember the laugh that all the while 



On his quiet features play'd : — 

 So he rode to his death, with that careless 

 smile, 



In the van of the " Light Brigade " ; 

 So stricken by Russian grape, the cheer 



Rang out, w^hile he toppled back, 

 From the shattered lungs as merry and 

 clear 



As it did when it roused the pack. 

 Let never a tear his memory stain. 



Give his ashes never a sigh, 

 One of many who perished, not in vain. 



As a type of our chivalry — 



I remember one thrust he gave to his hat, 

 And two to the flanks of the brown, 



And still as a statue of old he sat. 



And he shot to the front, hands down ; 



I remember the snort and the stag-like bound 

 Of the steed six lengths to the fore. 



And the laugh of the rider while, landing 



sound, 



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