UPON a field of shrieking red A mighty general stormed and fell. They raised him from the common dead And all the people mourned him well. "Swiftly," they cried, "let honors come, And Glory with her deathless bays; For him let every muffled drum And grieving bugle thrill with praise. Has he not made the whole world fear The very lifting of his sword— Has he not slain his thousands here To glorify the Law and Lord! Then make his bed of sacred sod; To greater deeds no man can win"... @3And each amused and ancient god Began to grin.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHEN LOVE WAS BORN by SARA TEASDALE ANTIQUITY OF FREEDOM by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT CHAUCERS WORDES UNTO ADAM, HIS OWN SCRIVEYN by GEOFFREY CHAUCER EVENING (1) by EMILY DICKINSON THE NIGHT COURT by RUTH COMFORT MITCHELL THE EARLY PRIMROSE by HENRY KIRKE WHITE THE IVORY GATE; THRENODY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |