English poem
Odes. Book II, Ode XI
by John Pinkerton (1845–1908)
Fair the purple paths of Spring When the woodland warblers sing, When the meads with flowrets glow, When the breezes music blow.
Fairer to my raptured sight Are the purple paths of Fight: When the meads with armour glow, When dire sounds the breezes blow, When keen shafts with eager wing In their deadly progress sing.