WHERE Buttermilk Channel doth seek to beguile Diffident margins of Governor's Isle, There is a fortress all bastioned and chill, Known to the army as old "Castle Bill." There are occasions when soldiers may smile; Not in that castle on Governor's Isle; Not in the cloisters where sentries abound; Not where a gun butt leaps up from the ground. Oh! There are many—the old cannoneers, Infantry sergeants and grave grenadiers; They have gone onward to zones of desire, Scorning all theories of musketry fire; They have advanced to civilian vales, Building new barracks for sweet nightingales. Yet they revert in their leisure sedate, Seeing in visions that old castle gate; Still they remember their days in the mill— Down in the casemates of old "Castle Bill." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEEP IN THE NIGHT by SARA TEASDALE PROTESTS (AFTER A PAINTING BY HUGO BALLIN) by LOUIS UNTERMEYER GOLIATH AND DAVID by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES THE DYING WORDS OF STONEWALL JACKSON by SIDNEY LANIER ON A BOY'S FIRST READING OF THE PLAY OF 'KING HENRY THE FIFTH' by SILAS WEIR MITCHELL THE TRAGEDY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM HOURS OF RECREATION by LEVI BISHOP |