English poem
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by Bret Harte
Then a blank was all between As the flames around me spun! Had I fired the magazine? Was the victory lost or won? Nor knew I till the fight was o'er but half my work was done: For I lay among the dead In the cockpit of our foe, With a roar above my head,-- Till a trampling to and fro, And a lantern showed my mate's face, and I knew what now you know!