Caught Chasing

Of uncertainty that rose
'Neath my liveried breast
I did try to compose
My swiftly falling chest

And looked not 'pon the men
Gathered at this spot
But at the far distant hem
Of the horizen where we fought

For closing fast it seemed
'Pon this field, 'pon this day
O'er that horizon where i dreamed
Suddenly so very far away.