<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409893" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Volunteer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here lies a clerk who half his life had spent <br>Toiling at ledgers in a city grey, <br>Thinking that so his days would drift away <br>With no lance broken in life’s tournament: <br>Yet ever ’twixt the books and his bright eyes <br>The gleaming eagles of the legions came, <br>And horsemen, charging under phantom skies, <br>Went thundering past beneath the oriflamme. <br> <br>And now those waiting dreams are satisfied; <br>From twilight to the halls of dawn he went; <br>His lance is broken; but he lies content <br>With that high hour, in which he lived and died. <br>And falling thus he wants no recompense, <br>Who found his battle in the last resort; <br>Nor needs he any hearse to bear him hence, <br>Who goes to join the men of Agincourt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Herbert+Asquith">Herbert Asquith</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409893" data-title="The Volunteer de Herbert Asquith" data-description="Here lies a clerk who half his life had spent Toiling at ledgers in a city grey, Thinking that so his days would drift away With no lance broken in life’s tournament: Yet ever ’twixt the books and his bright eyes The gleaming eagles of th..."></div> </div> </div>

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