I sought a furlough then, but ere ’twas given

“I sought a furlough then, but ere ’twas given Occasion thrust a battle in my way. We fought, I know not how, but far were driven; I, wounded, fell; then fled from me the ray That reason beams. I knew no more till day Dawned on me here; and now I hear the calling Of voices strange; and moans, death-dying, lay Their weight upon my soul, as deeply palling The tired senses, come clogged shadows thickly falling.