Classic and Contemporary Poetry
OUR CONFEDERATE DEAD, by JAMES RYDER RANDALL Poet's Biography First Line: Unknown to me, brave boy, but still I wreathe Last Line: As the libretto of a maiden's heart. Subject(s): Confederate States Of America; Death; Graves; Patriotism; Soldiers; Confederacy; Dead, The; Tombs; Tombstones | ||||||||
UNKNOWN to me, brave boy, but still I wreathe For you the tenderest of wildwood flowers; And o'er your tomb a virgin's prayer I breathe To greet the pure moon and the April showers. I only know, I only care to know, You died for mefor me and country bled; A thousand springs and wild December snow Will weep for one of all the Southern Dead. The cause is sacred, when our maidens stand Linked with sad matrons and heroic sires, Above the relics of a vanquished land, And light the torch of sanctifying fires. Your bed of honor has a rosy cope, To shimmer back the tributary stars; And every petal glistens with a hope, When Love has blossomed in the disk of Mars. Sleep! On your couch of glory slumber comes Bosomed amid th' archangelic choir, Not with the grumble of impetuous drum, Deep'ning the chorus of embattled ire. Above you shall the oak and cedar fling Their giant plumage and protecting shade, For you the song-bird pause upon its wing And warble requiem ever undismayed. Farewell! And, if your spirit wander near To kiss this plaint of unaspiring art Translate it, even in the heavenly sphere, As the libretto of a maiden's heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SURVIVOR AMONG GRAVES by RANDALL JARRELL SUBJECTED EARTH by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE GRAVE OF MRS. HEMANS by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER THOSE GRAVES IN ROME by LARRY LEVIS NOT TO BE DWELLED ON by HEATHER MCHUGH ONE LAST DRAW OF THE PIPE by PAUL MULDOON ETRUSCAN TOMB by JOHN FREDERICK NIMS ENDING WITH A LINE FROM LEAR by MARVIN BELL JOHN PELHAM by JAMES RYDER RANDALL |
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