Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO THE MEN OF 'WARRIORS' WARD', by VICTOR GUSTAVE PLARR Poet's Biography First Line: Nightly, amid my books, I stand and view Last Line: Will mend them when 'tis time. Subject(s): Death; Disasters; Graves; Sailing & Sailors; Shipwrecks; Stillbirth; Dead, The; Tombs; Tombstones; Death - Childbirth | ||||||||
Buried in a Common Grave in the Cemetery of Greenwich Hospital Nightly, amid my books, I stand and view A graveyard with sparse headstones clustering white Among some lonely shapes of cypress yew, Which spire into the night. Shadows of tomb and tree above a sweep Of vacant grass lie soft, as though to mark That which is holiest in yon place of sleep, So full of misty dark. Hard by, the River curves in that great bend Where the majestic convoy once did float, From Greenwich Stairs to Woolwich, to attend The great dead Captain's boat! To-day they wreathe his column: no breeze stirs One votive leaf on all this graveless sward, Where sleep the worn three thousand Pensioners, The men of 'Warriors' Ward.' Torn from dear homes, dear arms, pressed and entrapped, They came an angry throng to their sea-fate, But soon the veriest veteran's hate was capped By their tremendous hate! Loudly through those old battles rushed and broke The scattering shells: 'mong crash of mast and spar, Stript to the waist, blackened by battle smoke, Loomed each terrific tar! Down their best Admiral dropt: then up they ran Another gun. Though all who held command Died to the last robustious midshipman, They boarded, pike in hand. Nothing could daunt them: nothing could oppress Those hawk-faced, pig-tailed men, so strangely breeched, Invincible in proud foolhardiness, By death alone o'er-reached! The blood from their dead faces long ago Was wiped away; long since the bandages Were taken from those limbs that are brought low, Death their great Surgeon is! And now the white bones wait, maimed, but august, Nameless, dispersed, o'er-crowded, yet sublime, Trusting that He in whom they put their trust Will mend them when 'tis time. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ELIZABETH CHILDERS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ANNIVERSARY by PRIMUS ST. JOHN STILLBIRTH by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR THE FAIREST THING IN MORTAL EYES by CHARLES D'ORLEANS AN ODE UPON A QUESTION WHETHER LOVE SHOULD CONTINUE FOREVER by EDWARD HERBERT OBEDIENCE OF THE CORPSE by CAROLYN D. WRIGHT STILL LIFE by ANNE MILLAY BREMER EPITAPHIUM CITHARISTRIAE by VICTOR GUSTAVE PLARR |
|