Nathaniel Hawthorne

(1804-1864 / the United States)

Forms Of Heroes - Poem by Nathaniel Hawthorne

Ye forms of Heroes slumb'ring here,
Beneath these tombstones cold and drear,
On which the moss of age has slept,
Since one fond heart has o'er you wept,
Oh tell me, if a Mortal's prayer,
Can ever wake your spirits, where
They sleep the dark dread sleep of death.
Tell me if now the laurel wreath,
Which Glory twin'd around your head,
Can wake amid the silent dead,
One glance of that proud martial blaze
Which led your feet in slaughter's ways.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 7, 2010



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