A song! What songs have died Upon the earth, Voices of love and pride— Of tears and mirth? Fading as hearts forget, As shadows flee! Vain is the voice of song, And yet— I sing to thee! A song! What ocean shell Were silent long, If in thy touch might dwell Its all of song? A song? Then near my heart Thy cheek must be, For, like the shell, it sings— Sweet Heart— To thee, of thee!
Out of the focal and foremost fire, Out of the hospital walls as dire; Smitten of grape-shot and gangrene, (Eighteenth battle, and he sixteen!) Spectre! such as you seldom see, Little Giffen, of Tennessee! “Take him and welcome!” the surgeons said; Little the doctor can help the dead! So we took...
The knightliest of the knightly race That, since the days of old, Have kept the lamp of chivalry Alight in hearts of gold; The kindliest of the kindly band That, rarely hating ease, Yet rode with Spotswood round the land, And Raleigh round the seas; Who climbed the blue Virginian hills...
A song! What songs have died Upon the earth, Voices of love and pride— Of tears and mirth? Fading as hearts forget, As shadows flee! Vain is the voice of song, And yet— I sing to thee! A song! What ocean shell Were silent long, If in thy touch might dwell Its all of song? A...
