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Over Their Graves Over their graves rang once the bugle’s call, The searching shrapnel and the crashing ball; The shriek, the shock of battle, and the neigh Of horse; the cries of anguish and dismay; And the loud cannon’s thunders that appall. Now through the years... Poet: Henry Jerome Stockard	“Oh! where do fairies hide their heads?” Oh! where do fairies hide their heads, When snow lies on the hills, When frost has spoiled their mossy beds, And crystallized their rills? Beneath the moon they cannot trip In circles o’er the plain; And draughts of dew they cannot sip,... Poet: Thomas Haynes Bayley	Bereavement in their death to feel Bereavement in their death to feel Whom We have never seen — A Vital Kinsmanship import Our Soul and theirs — between — For Stranger — Strangers do not mourn — There be Immortal friends Whom Death... Poet:	Of their peculiar light Of their peculiar light I keep one ray To clarify the Sight To seek them by — Poet:
Safe in their alabaster chambers (Dickinson, 1886) Safe in their alabaster chambers, Untouched by morning and untouched by noon, Sleep the meek members of the resurrection, Rafter of satin, and roof of stone.... Poet:	Strong Draughts of Their Refreshing Minds Strong Draughts of Their Refreshing Minds To drink — enables Mine Through Desert or the Wilderness As bore it Sealed Wine — To go elastic — Or as One The Camel's trait — attained — How powerful the... Poet:	The Hills erect their Purple Heads The Hills erect their Purple Heads The Rivers lean to see Yet Man has not of all the Throng A Curiosity. Poet:	The Skies can't keep their secret! The Skies can't keep their secret! They tell it to the Hills — The Hills just tell the Orchards — And they — the Daffodils! A Bird — by chance — that goes that way — Soft overhears the whole — If I... Poet:
The Sun and Moon must make their haste — The Sun and Moon must make their haste — The Stars express around For in the Zones of Paradise The Lord alone is burned — His Eye, it is the East and West — The North and South when He Do concentrate... Poet:	Their Barricade against the Sky Their Barricade against the Sky The martial Trees withdraw And with a Flag at every turn Their Armies are no more. What Russet Halts in Nature's March They indicate or cause An inference of Mexico... Poet: