Herman Melville Poems
|81.||The Night March||4/19/2010|
|83.||The Ravaged Villa||4/19/2010|
|84.||The Released Rebel Prisoner||4/19/2010|
|85.||The Scout Toward Aldie||4/19/2010|
|86.||The Stone Fleet||4/19/2010|
|87.||The Swamp Angel||4/19/2010|
|89.||The Tuft Of Kelp||4/19/2010|
|90.||The Victor Of Antietam||4/19/2010|
|92.||To The Master Of The _Meteor_||4/19/2010|
In placid hours well-pleased we dream
Of many a brave unbodied scheme.
But form to lend, pulsed life create,
What unlike things must meet and mate:
A flame to melt--a wind to freeze;
Sad patience--joyous energies;
Humility--yet pride and scorn;
Instinct and study; love and hate;
Audacity--reverence. These must mate,
And fuse with Jacob's mystic heart,
To wrestle with the angel--Art.
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.