XVI
How it befel?—The overreaching arm,
Bombs; and he was among us. In his plan
Surprise completed what surprise began.
The treacherous shelter of a too-near farm,
A ditch along a road, a false alarm,
Thirty yards of the open; in the van
A desperado running—How he ran!—
And the pack had us. Hands up and disarm!
—It is the end of all, the bitter end,
The unpardonable, though ineluctable,
A breach in life no living now will mend;
The sin that sinned not; fell not, yet a fall.
One thought burned in the brain: How dear it cost
England to gain what I this day have lost!
Rastatt, 1st May