Who died on the wires, and hung there, one of two - br Who for his hours of life had chattered through br Infinite lovely chatter of Bucks accent: br Yet faced unbroken wires; stepped over, and went br A noble fool, faithful to his stripes - and ended. br But I weak, hungry, and willing only for the chance br Of line- to fight in the line, lay down under unbroken br Wires, and saw the flashes and kept unshaken, br Till the politest voice - a finicking accent, said: br ‘Do you think you might crawl through there: there's a hole.' br Darkness shot at: I smiled, as politely replied – br ‘I'm afraid not, Sir.' There was no hole, no way to be seen br Nothing but chance of death, after tearing of clothes. br Kept flat, and watched the darkness, hearing bullets whizzing – br And thought of music - and swore deep heart's oaths br (Polite to God) and retreated and came on again, br Again retreated a second time, faced the screen.