Bearing between them Herbert Cline,
赫伯特·克莱恩后面，轮到他们，
Wounded and bleeding, to answer his name.
他们蹒跚前来，接受挑战。
“Ezra Kerr!” and a voice said “here!”
“以斯拉·克尔！”“到！”
“Hiram Kerr!” but no man replied:
“海勒姆·克尔！”半天没有回应，
They were brothers, these two; the sad wind sighed,
不寒而栗，风声滚过谷地，
And a shudder crept through the cornfield near.
长久叹息，殉难的同胞兄弟。
“Ephraim Deane!”—then a soldier spoke:
“以法莲·迪恩！”有位士兵报告，
“Deane carried our regiment’s colors,” he said,
迪恩，不愧我们军团骄傲！
When our ensign was shot; I left him dead,
那时，敌人已经后退溃败，
Just after the enemy wavered and broke.
他扛着军旗冲锋，中弹倒下。
Close to the roadside his body lies;
他躺在路边， 快要死了，
I paused a moment and gave him to drink;
我停下脚步， 喂他点水，
He murmured his mother’s name, I think;
他嘴唇嗫嚅，或许唤着妈妈，
And death came with it and closed his eyes.
最后，才慢慢闭上双眼。
It was a victory—yes; but it cost us dear;
胜利到来，我们失去多少兄弟，
For that company’s roll, when called at night,
点名队列中，永远不会出现。
Of a hundred men who went into the fight,
生死离别，勇士出征几人回？
Numbered but twenty that answered “here!”
天亦无情，残阳西下慈母泪。
