Page:Poems, Alan Seeger, 1916.djvu/183

 There where we faced under those frowning heights

The blast that maims, the hurricane that kills;

There where the watchlights on the winter hills

Flickered like balefire through inclement nights;

There where, firm links in the unyielding chain,

Where fell the long-planned blow and fell in vain—

Hearts worthy of the honor and the trial,

We helped to hold the lines along the Aisne. 133