To fight aloud is very brave

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To fight aloud is very brave,
But gallanter, I know,
Who charge within the bosom,
The cavalry of woe.

Who win, and nations do not see,
Who fall, and none observe,
Whose dying eyes no country
Regards with patriot love.

We trust, in plumed procession,
For such the angels go,
Rank after rank, with even feet
And uniforms of snow.

More poems by Emily Dickinson

Like trains of cars on tracks of plush / I hear the level bee:

I started early, took my dog, / And visited the sea;

The heart asks pleasure first, / And then, excuse from pain;

Before you thought of spring, / Except as a surmise,