ENG.Unseen Passage, Assertion, Factual descriptive and narrative Set-5
Read the following poem carefully: Compression -5 Is there aught you need that my hands withhold. Rich gifts of raiment or grain of gold? Lo! I have flung to the East and West Priceless treasures torn from my breast. And yielded the sons of my stricken womb To the drum-beats of duty, the sabres of doom. Gathered like pearls in their alien graves Silent they sleep by the Persian waves, Scattered like shells on Egyptian sands. They lie with pale brows and brave, broken hands They are strewn like blossoms mown down by chance On the blood-brown meadows of Flanders and France. Can ye measure the grief of the tears I weep Or compass the woe of the watch I keep? Or the pride that trills thro' my heart's despair And the hope that comforts the anguish of prayer? And the far and glorious vision I see Of the torn red banners of victory? When the terror and tumult of hate shall cease And life be refashioned on anvils of peace, And your love shall offer memorial thanks ...