This is a shared painful experience. Nature is personified and seems to be attacking them
“Our brains ache, in the merciless iced east winds that knive us…”
Final stanza ends in same way as first stanza, suggesting that even death doesn’t change anything
“But nothing happens”
Half rhyme creates link between current situation and their dreams of the past
“forgotten dreams, and stare, snow-dazed”
A sense of acceptance of death
“we turn back to our dying”
Sibilance mimics the whistling sounds of bullets flying
“sudden successive flights of bullets streak the silence”