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...

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,...

Voici la nuit : je vais ensevelir mes morts,
Mes songes, mes désirs, mes douleurs, mes remords,
Tout le passé... je vais ensevelir mes morts.

J'ensevelis, parmi les sombres violettes,
Tes yeux, tes mains, ton front et tes lèvres muettes,
Ô toi qui dors parmi les...

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...

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Of their peculiar light

I keep one ray

To clarify the Sight

To seek them by —

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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....

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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...

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The Clouds their Backs together laid

The North begun to push

The Forests galloped till they fell

The Lightning played like mice


The Thunder crumbled like a stuff

How good to be in Tombs

Where Nature'...

Poet:

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!

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...

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