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Nolan halted where the squadrons	A
Stood impatient of delay	B
Out he drew his brief dispatches	C
Which their leader quickly snatches	C
At a glance their meaning catches	D
They are ordered to the fray	B
	-
All that morning they had waited	E
As their frowning faces showed	F
Horses stamping riders fretting	G
And their teeth together setting	G
Not a single sword blade wetting	G
As the battle ebbed and flowed	F
	-
Now the fevered spell is broken	H
Every man feels twice as large	I
Every heart is fiercely leaping	G
As a lion roused from sleeping	G
For they know they will be sweeping	G
In a moment to the charge	I
	-
Brightly gleam six hundred sabres	J
And the brazen trumpets ring	G
Steeds are gathered spurs are driven	H
And the heavens widely riven	H
With a mad shout upward given	H
Scaring vultures on the wing	G
	-
Stern its meaning was not Gallia	K
Looking down on Albion's sons	A
In each mind this thought implanted	L
Undismayed and all undaunted	L
By the battle fiends enchanted	L
They ride down upon the guns	A
	-
Onward On the chargers trample	M
Quicker falls each iron heel	N
And the headlong pace grows faster	O
Noble steed and noble master	O
Rushing on to red disaster	O
Where the heavy cannons peal	N
	-
In the van rides Captain Nolan	H
Soldier stout he was and brave	P
And his shining sabre flashes	C
As upon the foe he dashes	C
God his face turns white as ashes	D
He has ridden to his grave	P
	-
Down he fell prone from his saddle	M
Without motion without breath	Q
Never more a trump to waken	H
He the very first one taken	H
From the bough so sorely shaken	H
In the vintage time of Death	Q
	-
In a moment in a twinkling	G
He was gathered to his rest	R
In the time for which he'd waited	E
With his gallant heart elated	E
Down went Nolan decorated	E
With a death wound on his breast	R
	-
Comrades still are onward charging	G
He is lying on the sod	S
Onward still their steeds are rushing	G
Where the shot and shell are crushing	G
From his corpse the blood is gushing	G
And his soul is with his God	S
	-
As they spur on what strange visions	A
Flit across each rider's brain	T
Thoughts of maidens fair of mothers	J
Friends and sisters wives and brothers	J
Blent with images of others	J
Whom they ne'er shall see again	U
	-
Onward still the squadrons thunder	O
Knightly hearts were their's and brave	P
Men and horses without number	O
All the furrowed ground encumber	O
Falling fast to their last slumber	O
Bloody slumber bloody grave	P
	-
Of that charge at Balaklava	P
In its chivalry sublime	V
Vivid grand historic pages	D
Shall descend to future ages	D
Poets painters hoary sages	C
Shall record it for all time	V
	-
Telling how those English horsemen	H
Rode the Russian gunners down	W
How with ranks all torn and shattered	X
How with helmets hacked and battered	X
How with sword arms blood bespattered	X
They won honor and renown	W
	-
'Twas not war but it was splendid	X
As a dream of old romance	Y
Thinking which their Gallic neighbors	J
Thrilled to watch them at their labors	J
Hewing red graves with their sabres	J
In that wonderful advance	Y
	-
Down went many a gallant soldier	O
Down went many a stout dragoon	W
Lying grim and stark and gory	Z
On the crimson field of glory	Z
Leaving us a noble story	Z
And their white cliffed home a boon	W
	-
Full of hopes and aspirations	A
Were their hearts at dawn of day	X
Now with forms all rent and broken	W
Bearing each some frightful token	W
Of a scene ne'er to be spoken	W
In their silent sleep they lay	X
	-
Here a noble charger stiffens	A
There his rider grasps the hilt	X
Of his sabre lying bloody	Z
By his side upon the muddy	Z
Trampled ground which darkly ruddy	Z
Shows the blood that he has spilt	X
	-
And to night the moon shall shudder	O
As she looks down on the moor	A2
Where the dead of hostile races	D
Slumber slaughtered in their places	D
All their rigid ghastly faces	D
Spattered hideously with gore	B2
	-
And the sleepers ah the sleepers	J
Make a Westminster that day	X
'Mid the seething battle's lava	P
And each man who fell shall have a	P
Proud inscription BALAKLAVA	P
Which shall never fade away	X

James Barron Hope

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