My Triumph lasted till the drums

My Triumph lasted till the Drums

Had left the Dead alone

And then I dropped my Victory

And chastened stole along

To where the finished Faces

Conclusion turned on me

And then I hated Glory

And wished myself were They.

What is to be is best descried

When it has also been --

Could Prospect taste of Retrospect

The tyrannies of Men

Were Tenderer -- diviner

The Transitive toward.

A Bayonet's contrition

Is nothing to the Dead.