(AFTER PELHAM DIED) OH, band in the pine-wood, cease! Cease with your splendid call; The living are brave and noble, But the dead are bravest of all! They throng to the martial summons, To the loud triumphant strain, And the dear bright eyes of long-dead friends Come to the heart again! They come with the ringing bugle, And the deep drums' mellow roar; Till the soul is faint with longing For the hands we clasp no more! Oh, band in the pine-wood, cease! Or the heart will melt with tears, For the gallant eyes and the smiling lips, And the voices of old years. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ONLY A WOMAN by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 2 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE TWO WIVES by WILLIAM DEAN HOWELLS GREENWOOD CEMETERY by CRAMMOND KENNEDY IN THE NEOLITHIC AGE by RUDYARD KIPLING THE ANGEL'S WHISPER by SAMUEL LOVER TO - (3) by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE VACANT CAGE (1) by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER VERSES ON SEEING IN AN ALBUM A SKETCH OF AN OLD GATEWAY by BERNARD BARTON |