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English Poetry II: From Collins to Fitzgerald.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.

Robert Southey

422. After Blenheim

IT was a summer evening,

Old Kaspar’s work was done,

And he before his cottage door

Was sitting in the sun;

And by him sported on the green

His little grandchild Wilhelmine.

She saw her brother Peterkin

Roll something large and round

Which he beside the rivulet

In playing there had found;

He came to ask what he had found

That was so large and smooth and round.

Old Kaspar took it from the boy

Who stood expectant by;

And then the old man shook his head,

And with a natural sigh

‘’Tis some poor fellow’s skull,’ said he.

‘Who fell in the great victory.

‘I find them in the garden,

For there’s many here about;

And often when I go to plough

The ploughshare turns them out.

For many thousand men,’ said he,

‘Were slain in that great victory.’

‘Now tell us what ’twas all about,’

Young Peterkin he cries;

And little Wilhelmine looks up

With wonder-waiting eyes;

‘Now tell us all about the war,

And what they fought each other for.’

‘It was the English,’ Kaspar cried,

‘Who put the French to rout;

But what they fought each other for

I could not well make out.

But everybody said,’ quoth he,

‘That ’twas a famous victory.

‘My father lived at Blenheim then,

Yon little stream hard by;

They burnt his dwelling to the ground,

And he was forced to fly:

So with his wife and child he fled,

Nor had he where to rest his head.

‘With fire and sword the country round

Was wasted far and wide,

And many a childing mother then

And newborn baby died:

But things like that, you know, must be

At every famous victory.

‘They say it was a shocking sight

After the field was won;

For many thousand bodies here

Lay rotting in the sun:

But things like that, you know, must be

After a famous victory.

‘Great praise the Duke of Marlbro’ won

And our good Prince Eugene;’

‘Why ’twas a very wicked thing!’

Said little Wilhelmine;

‘Nay . . nay . . my little girl,’ quoth he,

‘It was a famous victory.

‘And every body praised the Duke

Who this great fight did win.’

‘But what good came of it at last?’

Quoth little Peterkin:—

‘Why that I cannot tell,’ said he,

‘But ’twas a famous victory.’