Charge of the LIght Brigade.

Charge of the LIght Brigade.
ALFRED TENNYSON
563.4

Flashed all their ambers bare.
Finshed as they turned in air.
Hab’ring the gunners there.
Charging on army, while
All the world wondered:
Plunged in the battery smoke,
Right through the line they broke:
Cossack and Russian
Reeled from the sabre stroke.
Shattered and sundered.

Then they rode back, but not-
Not the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them.
Cannon to left of them.
Cannon behind them
Volleyed and thundered:
Stormed at with shot and shell.
While horse und hero fell
They that had fought sa well
Came through the jaws of death
Back from the mouth of the heil.
All that was left of them-
Left of six hundred.

When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
Ail the world wondered.
Honor the charge they made!
Honor the Light Brigade-
Noble six hundred!