Herman Melville

(1 August 1819 – 28 September 1891 / New York City, New York)

The Mound By The Lake - Poem by Herman Melville

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.
So warm her heart, childless, unwed,
Who like a mother comforted.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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