Swart steed of night, thou hast charged thy last O'er the red war-trampled plain Now fallen asleep is the battle blast It is stilled above the slain Now hushed is the clang of armour bright Thou wilt never bear me more To the deadliest press of the gathering fight Through seas of noble gore And the cold eyes of midnight skies Shall not pour their light on thee When the wearied host of the conqueror lies On a field of victory Rest now in thy glory noble steed Rest all thy wars are done True is the love and high the meed Thou from thy lord hast won In daisied lawns sleep peacefully Dwell by the quiet wave Till death shall sound his signal cry And call thee to thy grave. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MILITARY PROGRESS by MARIANNE MOORE BOUND NO'TH BLUES by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES OH! BLAME NOT THE BARD by THOMAS MOORE AN ALPINE DESCENT by SAMUEL ROGERS CIRCUS AT NIGHT by MADELEINE AARON |