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 Mound By The Lake
The grass shall never forget this grave.
When homeward footing it in the sun
After the weary ride by rail,
The stripling soldiers passed her door,
Wounded perchance, or wan and pale,
She left her household work undone -
Duly the wayside table spread,
With evergreens shaded, to regale
Each travel-spent and grateful one.