Shayari Bazar

They went forth to battle, but they always fell; Their eyes were fixed above the sullen shields;Nobly they fought and bravely, but not well,And sank heart-wounded by a subtle spell. They knew not fear that to the foeman yields, They were not weak, as one who vainly wieldsA futile weapon; yet the sad scrolls tellHow on the hard-fought field they always fell.It was a secret music that they heard, A sad sweet plea for pity and for peace; And that which pierced the heart was but a word,Though the white breast was red-lipped where the sword Pressed a fierce cruel kiss, to put surcease On its hot thirst, but drank a hot increase.Ah, they by some strange troubling doubt were stirred, And died for hearing what no foeman heard.