Herman Melville Poems
|81.||The New Zealot To The Sun||4/19/2010|
|82.||The Night March||4/19/2010|
|84.||The Ravaged Villa||4/19/2010|
|85.||The Released Rebel Prisoner||4/19/2010|
|86.||The Scout Toward Aldie||4/19/2010|
|87.||The Stone Fleet||4/19/2010|
|88.||The Swamp Angel||4/19/2010|
|90.||The Tuft Of Kelp||4/19/2010|
|91.||The Victor Of Antietam||4/19/2010|
|93.||To The Master Of The _Meteor_||4/19/2010|
Where the wings of a sunny Dome expand
I saw a Banner in gladsome air-
Starry, like Berenice's Hair-
Afloat in broadened bravery there;
With undulating long-drawn flow,
As rolled Brazilian billows go
Voluminously o'er the Line.
The Land reposed in peace below;
The children in their glee
Were folded to the exulting heart
Of young Maternity.
Later, and it streamed in fight
When tempest mingled with the fray,
And over the spear-point of the shaft
I saw the ambiguous lightning play.
Valor with Valor strove, and died:
The Berg (A Dream)
I saw a ship of material build
(Her standards set, her brave apparel on)
Directed as by madness mere
Against a solid iceberg steer,
Nor budge it, though the infactuate ship went down.
The impact made huge ice-cubes fall
Sullen in tons that crashed the deck;
But that one avalanche was all--
No other movement save the foundering wreck.