THE CHARGE OF THE LIGHTBRIGADE
Cannon to the left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came through the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honor the charge they made!
Honor the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!
(Text from Poetry of the Victorian Period, eds. Jerome Hamilton Buckley and George Benjamin Woods. Glenview, IL: Scott, Foresman, and Company, 1965.)
