The Wounded (II)

'See to my brother, Doctor; I have lain
All day against his heart; it is warm there;
This stiffness is a trance; he lives! I swear, —
I swear he lives!' ' Good Doctor, tell my ain
Auld Mother ' — but his pale lips moved in vain.
'Doctor, when you were little Master John,
I left the old place you will see it again.
Tell my poor Father, — turn down the wood-lane
Beyond the home-field — cross the stepping stone
To the white cottage, with the garden gate—
O God I ' — he died.' Doctor, when I am gone
Send this to England.' ' Doctor, look upon
A countryman!' ' Devant mon Chef? Ma foi
'Oui, il est blessé beaucoup plus que moi.'