There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man - It hurls it's barbed syllables And is mute again - But where it fell The Saved will tell On patriotic day, Some epauletted Brother Gave his breath away! Wherever runs the breathless sun - Wherever roams the day - There is it's noiseless onset - There is it's victory! Behold the keenest marksman- The most accomplished host! Time's sublimest target Is a soul "forgot"! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SYNCOPATED CAKEWALK by CLARENCE MAJOR A POST-IMPRESSIONIST SUSURRATION FOR THE FIRST OF NOVEMBER by HAYDEN CARRUTH CONTRA MORTEM: THE MOUNTAIN FASTNESS by HAYDEN CARRUTH TO BAYARD TAYLOR by SIDNEY LANIER |