Amid these days of order, ease, prosperity, Amid the current songs of beauty, peace, decorum, I cast a reminiscence -- (likely 'twill offend you, I heard it in my boyhood;) -- More than a generation since, A queer old savage man, a fighter under Washington himself, (Large, brave, cleanly, hot-blooded, no talker, rather spiritualistic, Had fought in the ranks -- fought well -- had been all through the Revolutionary war,) Lay dying -- sons, daughters, church-deacons, lovingly tending him, Sharping their sense, their ears, towards his murmuring, half-caught words: "Let me return again to my war-days, To the sights and scenes -- to forming the line of battle, To the scouts ahead reconnoitering, To the cannons, the grim artillery, To the galloping aids, carrying orders, To the wounded, the fallen, the heat, the suspense, The perfume strong, the smoke, the deafening noise; Away with your life of peace! -- your joys of peace! Give me my old wild battle-life again!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE WOMAN by HAYDEN CARRUTH THOUGHTS OF A TINY PIG by DAVID IGNATOW I WANT TO LIVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON JONES'S PRIVATE ARGYMENT by SIDNEY LANIER DOMESDAY BOOK: ARCHIBALD LOWELL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOMESDAY BOOK: MRS. MURRAY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |