DOWN on Gov'nors Island, Ivy etched and chill, Hollow as a halo, There is Castle "Bill." Once the pride of outfits— Prisoners under guard, Form for evening roll-call In the castle yard. Sentries with their side arms, Counting, one by one, While the twilight tarries For the sunset gun. Miles away the music Soundeth at parade Chanting of Cochita, Filipino maid; Chanting of Cochita Of Corregidor; Piping of the palm trees 'Long Lunetta shore. Dusty gunners listen, Lead and chain and wheel; Long ago Manila Held them all to heel; Boys from all battalions, Saberless and still, Waiting on a sunset— Down in Castle "Bill." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GHOST OF DEACON BROWN by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON CHAMBER MUSIC: 9 by JAMES JOYCE APPROACH OF WINTER by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS MY GARDEN by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN AT CANDLE-LIGHTIN' TIME by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR |