Hanging from the beam, Slowly swaying (such the law), Gaunt the shadow on your green, Shenandoah! The cut is on the crown (Lo, John Brown), And the stabs shall heal no more. Hidden in the cap Is the anguish none can draw; So your future veils its face, Shenandoah! But the streaming beard is shown (Weird John Brown), The meteor of the war. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PARAGRAPHS: 15 by HAYDEN CARRUTH CLARK STREET BRIDGE by CARL SANDBURG AT THE CHURCH DOOR by GEORGE SANTAYANA AFTER THE RAIN by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH TO THE REPUBLIC by JAMES GALVIN GEORGE CRABBE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |