Crane first addresses a weeping maiden, which suggests her lover died in battle, “ Because your lover threw wild hands toward the sky/ And the affrighted steed ran on alone”. He also mentions a grieving mother, “Mother whose heart hung humble as a button/ On the bright splendid shroud of your son” and crying baby, “Do not weep, babe, for war is kind./ Because your father tumbled in the yellow trenches,/ Raged at his breast, gulped and
Crane first addresses a weeping maiden, which suggests her lover died in battle, “ Because your lover threw wild hands toward the sky/ And the affrighted steed ran on alone”. He also mentions a grieving mother, “Mother whose heart hung humble as a button/ On the bright splendid shroud of your son” and crying baby, “Do not weep, babe, for war is kind./ Because your father tumbled in the yellow trenches,/ Raged at his breast, gulped and