Herman Melville Poems
|82.||The Ravaged Villa||4/19/2010|
|83.||The Released Rebel Prisoner||4/19/2010|
|84.||The Scout Toward Aldie||4/19/2010|
|85.||The Stone Fleet||4/19/2010|
|86.||The Swamp Angel||4/19/2010|
|88.||The Tuft Of Kelp||4/19/2010|
|89.||The Victor Of Antietam||4/19/2010|
|91.||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:
Healed Of My Hurt
Healed of my hurt, I laud the inhuman Sea--
Yea, bless the Angels Four that there convene;
For healed I am even by the pitiless breath
Distilled in wholesome dew named rosmarine.