Among the flowers, like flowers, her slow hands move
Easing a muffled bell or stooping low
To help sweet roses climb the stakes above,
Where pansies stare and seem to whisper 'Lo!'
Like gaudy butterflies her sweet peas blow
Filling the garden with dim rustlings. Clear
On the sweet Book she reads how long ago
There was a garden to a woman dear.

She makes her life one grand beatitude
Of Love and Peace, and with contented eyes
She sees not in the whole world mean or rude,
And her small lot she trebly multiplies.
And when the darkness muffles up the skies
Still to be happy is her sole desire,
She sings sweet songs about a great emprise,
And sees a garden blowing in the fire.

In the valley of death, where the cannons roar,
Six hundred brave souls, they marched evermore,
With sabres drawn high, their spirits ablaze,
Riding into the fire, through the smoke and the haze.

Oh, Charge of the Light Brigade, in the face of the fray,
Valiant hearts, undeterred, led the way,
With courage unyielding, they stormed through the night,
In the annals of history, their names shining bright.

Born of the cavalry, the finest and bold,
Men of the Light Brigade, with stories untold,
From Britain’s green fields, to Crimea's dread shore,
They answered the call, to battle once more.

Forward, the order, no time for delay,
Into the jaws of death, they surged to obey,
With thunder and fury, the cannons did sound,
Yet onward they charged, on that blood-soaked ground.

Half a league, half a league, onward they rode,
Into the valley, where bravery flowed,
Broken but unbowed, through the heart of the fight,
Their legend immortal, in the eternal light.ght.

Cannon to the right, cannon to the left,
They fought through the fire, though so many bereft,
Boldly they rode, into the mouth of hell,
A story of valour, we’ll forever tell.

In the aftermath’s shadow, with echoes of pain,
Few returned homeward, but honour they gained,
The Light Brigade's charge, a testament to,
The brave and the fallen, the fearless and true.

Honour the charge, remember the day,
When six hundred heroes showed us the way,
With swords and with glory, they rode into fate,
The Charge of the Light Brigade, forever great.